Die Blonde mitn Mittelscheitl English translation
von Edmund

Can you remember, the blonde with the middle part
She seemed vain with her perfect style
The little blonde with the stern gaze
Seductive, right before my face
Wearing that denim jacket, leather boots
Tonight again, I’ll just be twisting my fingers
A mental cinema, the finest kind
Because you’re out of reach for most

Every time I smiled at you
You played with me and smirked back coyly
You stood out at every party
The other girls next to you like leftovers
With a wink of your eye, you scrambled my mind
My reaction? I just stared, frozen
Couldn’t get a word out, paralyzed
I was utterly embarrassed


Can you remember, the blonde with the middle part
She seemed vain with her perfect style
The little blonde with the stern gaze
Seductive, right before my face
Wearing that denim jacket, leather boots
Tonight again, I’ll just be twisting my fingers
A mental cinema, the finest kind
Because you’re out of reach for most

Eventually, it worked out somehow
You smiled back at me
I knew exactly, this was my moment
What can I say? From there, things just flowed
We clicked instantly, laughed endlessly
The next morning, we woke up at your place
I don’t know what happened, but it felt so right
I had been searching for a connection to you forever

Can you remember, the blonde with the middle part
She seemed vain with her perfect style
The little blonde with the stern gaze
Seductive, right before my face
Wearing that denim jacket, leather boots
Tonight again, I’ll just be twisting my fingers
A mental cinema, the finest kind
Because you’re out of reach for most


Because you’re so beautiful
So beautiful to see
I can’t believe it, I want to lock myself away
Just to forget what I’ve seen
Because you’re so beautiful (so beautiful)
So beautiful to see (to see)
I can’t believe it, I want to lock myself away (lock myself away)
Just to forget what I’ve seen

Can you remember, the blonde with the middle part
She seemed vain with her perfect style
The little blonde with the stern gaze
Seductive, right before my face
Wearing that denim jacket, leather boots
Tonight again, I’ll just be twisting my fingers
A mental cinema, the finest kind
Because you’re out of reach for most