Ein Bett im Kornfeld (Version 1996) deutsche Übersetzung
von Jürgen Drews

Summer's evening across blooming land,
I stood on the roadside since noon already;
At every vehicle that passed by I raised my thumb.

On a bike, there came a girl along,
And she said "I pity you a lot"
But I laughed and said: "I don't need soft downs"


A bed in a cornfield, it is always free,
For it is summer and what of it anyway?
The crickets are singing and it smells like hay
When I'm dreaming.
A bed in a cornfield, between flowers and straw,
And the stars shine for us anyway.
I make myself a bed in a cornfield somewhere
All alone.

A little later, her bike laid in the grass
And so it happened that she forgot about the time.
I told her about my life with my guitar.

Suddenly she cried out "It's high time!
It's dark already and my way is still long"
But I laughed and said: "I still have a lot to give you"


A bed in a cornfield, it is always free,
For it is summer and what of it anyway?
The crickets are singing and it smells like hay
When I'm dreaming.
A bed in a cornfield, between flowers and straw,
And the stars shine for me anyway.
I make myself a bed in a cornfield somewhere
All alone.