Weiße Pferde English translation
von Georg Danzer

I dreamed of white horses
Wild white horses on a beach
I was lying in the middle of the stars
Saw the face of a fortune Teller
I believe in card games
And my suburban child instincts
More than the speeches of the chairmen
Detentionist that I was in school
But tell me why What, my dear, do we still believe in?
What, my dear, do we still believe in?
What, my dear, do we still believe in?


something dies in the soul
when a friend leaves
don't leave me here, my love
don't go yet
I dreamed of white horses
Wild white horses on a beach
My teacher was a bird
Taught me to fly
But tell me why What, my dear, do we still believe in?
What, my dear, do we still believe in?
What, my dear, do we still believe in?