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Rammstein - Alter Mann English translation lyrics
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Old Man
He is waiting for the noon wind The wave comes and crashes weakly With a hand fan, every day The old man smoothes the water I throw the stone for my fun The water moves in a circle. The old man looks at me sadly And he smoothed it again In the white sand the old man Smokes his pipe, shaking. Only the water and I know For what he needs this fan The premonition sleeps like a volcano I asked him then, hesitatingly, The head bowed, it seemed he sleeps, He said before he died The water shall be your mirror Only when it is smooth, you will see How much fairy tale remains for you And you will beg for redemption The fan pressed to the body The hand stiffens in rigor mortis They had to break his fingers The fan remained in the sand I call the old man every day That he would redeem me here I remain in the noon wind And can read in the fan The water shall be your mirror Only when it is smooth, you will see How much fairy tale remains for you And you will beg for redemption
Alter Mann
Er wartet auf den Mittagswind Die Welle kommt und legt sich matt Mit einem Facher 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 Facher braucht Die Ahnung schlaft wie ein Vulkan Zogernd hab ich dann gefragt Den Kopf geneigt es schien er schlaft Hat er bevor er starb gesagt Das Wasser soll dein Spiegel sein Erst wenn es glatt ist, wirst du sehen Wieviel Marchen dir noch bleibt und um Erlosung wirst du flehen Den Facher an den Leib gepresst Im Todeskrampf erstarrt die Hand Die Finger mussten sie ihm brechen Der Facher bleibt zurueck im Sand Den Alten ruf ich jeden Tag Er mochte mich doch hier erloesen Ich bleib zuruck im Mittagswind Und in dem Facher kann ich lesen Das Wasser soll... English translate: 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 smooths 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 fairytales 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...
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Author: Richard Z. Kruspe, Paul Landers, Till Lindemann, Christian Lorenz, Oliver Riedel, Christoph Schneider
Composer: ?
Publisher: Motor Music GmbH
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Released in: 2015
Language: German
Translations: English , French , Dutch
Appearing on: Sehnsucht (1997) , Unfinished Rammstein , Greatest Hits (2009) , Sad But True (2002) , The Best Ballads (2002) , Gold (1998) , Sehnsucht (US Edition) (1997) , Remix Album (1999) , Herzeleid & Sehnsucht (Master Collection) (2003) , Millennium Hits (2000)
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- Country: Germany
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