Die weißen Tauben sind müde English translation
von Hans Hartz

Come here Marie, one last glass
Let's enjoy the moment
From tomorrow on there will only be water instead of wine
Come here and pour us another glass
So much will be different tomorrow
Marie, the world is slowly getting paler
The white doves are tired
They haven't flown for a long time
Their wings are far too heavy
And their beaks are long since empty
But the falcons keep flying
They are stronger than ever
And their wings are getting wider
And every day more and more are coming
Only white doves no longer fly Stay Marie
The last bit is enough for both of us
From tomorrow on there will only be stones instead of bread
Come here and pour us another glass
Because it will never be like today again
Marie, the world is leaving the leash
The white doves are tired
They haven't flown for a long time
Their wings are far too heavy
And their beaks are long since empty
But the falcons keep flying
They are stronger than ever
And their Wings grow
And more and more come every day
Only white doves no longer fly


Look there, Marie, the empty bed
The mirror of our great times
From tomorrow onwards there will only be shards instead of glass
Come here and pour us another drink
The last sip of the last wine
Marie, the world is beginning to die

The white doves are tired
They haven't been flying for a long time
Their wings are far too heavy
And their beaks are long empty

But the falcons keep flying
They are stronger than ever before

And their wings grow

And more and more come every day
Only white doves no longer fly

The white doves are tired
They haven't been flying for a long time
Their wings are far too heavy
And their beaks are long empty
The white doves no longer fly
The white doves no longer fly