Im Garten von Gettis English translation
von Philipp Poisel

Sun on the waves
Slept well last night
Yachts are lying out there
Someone brought cookies
Up on the dunes, Alberto comes on his bike
With a surfboard and a burlap bag, he almost flies off his bike
There are many times in life, these are the good ones
I grab my snorkel and jump backwards into the floods
We hang around on the island, from early till late
We dream and we dive until the sun goes down

We go home
With sand in our shoes
And salt on our skin
And wind in our hair


The time has come, I can stand the first wave
I come back to the beach and no one saw it
We speed out to the best spots with the motorboat
With nets and with scoops we dive under the waves
The girls are at home already setting the table
We come back from the bay with a giant squid
The table is festively set in Getti's garden
I sit on the swing and swing right into paradise

We go home
With sand in our shoes
And salt on our skin
And wind in our hair
Home
Home

We're meeting up with some people at the cliffs tonight.
We're bringing wood for the fire, the others wine and cigarettes.
I'm standing by the sea looking out, I feel free.
And the best thing is, the girl from Paris is also there.

We go home
With sand in our shoes
And salt on our skin
And wind in our hair
Home
Home


We go home
With sand in our shoes
And salt on our skin
And wind in our hair
Home
Home