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> ALTER MANN in ENGLISH
Alter Mann by Rammstein (original lyrics)
Er wartet auf den mittagswind
die welle kommt und legt sich matt
mit einem fächer jeden tag
der alte macht das wasser glatt
Ich werf den stein zu meinem spass
das wasser sich im kreis bewegt
der alte sieht mich traurig an
und hat es wieder glatt gefegt
Im weissen sand der alte mann
zitternd sein pfeife raucht
nur das wasser und ich wissen
wozu er diesen fächer braucht
Die ahnung schläft wie ein vulkan
zögernd hab ich dann gefragt
den kopf geneigt es schien er schläft
hat er bevor er starb gesagt
Das wasser soll dein spiegel sein
erst wenn es glatt ist, wirst du sehen
wieviel märchen dir noch bleibt
und um erlösung wirst du flehen
Den fächer an den leib gepresst
im todeskrampf erstarrt die hand
die finger mussten sie ihm brechen
der fächer bleibt zurueck im sand
Den alten ruf ich jeden tag
er möchte mich doch hier erloesen
ich bleib zurück im mittagswind
und in dem fächer kann ich lesen
Das wasser soll...
(translation:
The old man
-----------
he's waiting for the midday wind
and waves spread out so dull and slack
and with a hand fan every day
the old man smoothes the water back
i cast a stone in just for fun
the water rings moved on the plane
so sadly stood the old man by
and swept the water flat again
in white sand the old man sat
trembling as he smoked his pipe
just the water and i know that
the fan is of a special type
Awareness sleeps volcano dreams
reluctant i asked him why
his head hung low as if he slept
and the he said before he died
The water will be your only mirror
first when it's like glass can you see
how many fairy tales you have left
for your deliverance you will plead
the fan was pressed to his breast
just as death's grip seized up his hand
his fingers must have been so tight
the fan remained back in the sand
I call the old man every day
should he come and deliver me
i stay here with the midday wind
and in the fan it is plain to read
The water will be your only mirror
first when it's like glass can you see
how many fairy tales you'll have left
for your deliverance you will plead )
Alter Mann by Rammstein (Translation in english)
He is waiting for the noon wind the wave comes and lies dull with a fan every day the old one makes the water smooth I throw the stone for my fun the water moves in a circle the old one looks at me sadly and swept it up again In the white sand the old man shaking his pipe smokes only the water and I know what he needs this fan for The idea is like a volcano I hesitantly asked tilted his head, it seemed he was sleeping he said before he died The water should be your mirror only when it is smooth will you see how much do you still need? and you will plead for release The hands pressed to the body The hand froze in the cramp of death they had to break his fingers the fan stays back in the sand I call the old one every day he would like to read me out here I stay back in the midday wind and in that i can read The water should ... (Translation: The old man ----------- he's waiting for the midday wind and waves spread out so dull and slack and with a hand fan every day the old man smoothes the water back I cast a stone in just for fun the water rings on the plane so sadly the old man by and swept the water flat again in white sand the old man sat trembling as he smoked his pipe just the water and i know that the fan is of a special type Awareness sleeps volcano dreams reluctant i asked him why his head hung low as if he slept and he said before he died The water wants to be your only mirror first when it's like glass can you see how many fairy tales you have left for your deliverance you will plead the fan was pressed to his breast just as death's grip seized up his hand his fingers must have been so tight the fan remained back in the sand I call the old man every day should he come and deliver me i stay here with the midday wind and in the fan it is plain to read The water wants to be your only mirror first when it's like glass can you see how many fairy tales you'll have left for your deliverance you will plead)
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