Über den Wolken [English translation]

Wind north-east on runway two

I hear the engines' surge of power

She thunders through my field of view

At a hundred miles an hour

And the rain-soaked asphalt quakes

Veils of spray obscure the midline

Wheels lift and off she takes

In search of the sunshine

Over the cloud line endless freedom shines bright for us all

Not a worry, not a fear, so they say

Rises up to pierce that blanket so grey

Leaving powers that make fools of us all

Looking puny and small.

I see her tilt and climb away

And watch her slowly disappearing

But when her tail lights fade to grey

She's out of sight, not out of hearing.

For her vict'ry cry is loud

As a peal of distant thunder

A call from those above the clouds

To the rest of us still under.

The rumbling fades, I turn away

To find my jacket’s leaking water

The smell of coffee wafts my way

From the observation quarters

In the puddles kerosene

Reflects the clouds in swirling rainbows

I guess my heart has always been

Chasing up where the plane goes.

Over the cloud line endless freedom shines bright for us all

Not a worry, not a fear, so they say

Rises up to pierce that blanket so grey

Leaving powers that make fools of us all

Looking puny and small

[repeat chorus]

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