Über den Wolken [English translation]

Northeastern wind, runway 03,

The engines’ roar is reaching me.

She whizzes past like an arrow,

It roars in my ears.

And the wet asphalt quakes.

The rain whirls up like a veil,

And then takeoff and she glides

Towards the sun.

Freedom is said to be boundless there above the clouds,

It is said that all fears, all anxieties

Are left behind down there, and then

What appears to be grand and weighty

Would suddenly appear insignificant and small.

I watch her for quite some time,

And see how she scales the clouds,

Until the lights gradually

Disappear in the greyness of the rain.

Already my eyes

Have lost sight of the tiny spot.

Only from afar can be heard

The monotonous buzzing of the engines.

Then it’s quiet everywhere, I leave,

Rain seeps through my jacket,

Somebody is making coffee

in the flight control room (?).

Petrol floats in the puddles

and shimmers like a rainbow.

Clouds are reflected in them.

I’d like to have joined the flight.

Freedom is said to be boundless there above the clouds,

It is said that all fears, all anxieties

Are left behind down there, and then

What appears to be grand and weighty

Would suddenly appear insignificant and small.

Freedom is said to be boundless there above the clouds,

It is said that all fears, all anxieties

Are left behind down there, and then

What appears to be grand and weighty

Would suddenly appear insignificant and small.

• Artist:Reinhard Mey
• Album:Die großen Erfolge- 1984