Die Schwalben fliegen hoch [English translation]

Come Here my dear i like you

Soon the world is a dead star

So one says - and the signs are bad.

One says, the whole glory

Is the end already prophesied

Maybe the pessimists are right.

But us both no one asks

Come here, we are close together

And give us a glass of the best.

One speaks of solar eclipse,

But I certainly know one thing:

The next glass will not be the last one:

More as luck means to me

One says the day is not more far

On which even fresh snow is snowing sour

And only dirt from all the clouds falls

However so long people

Understand from themself like you and i

I still do not see black for our world.

Reigns supreme in the sky too

Come here my dear i love you

The fields of our love are ordered

The next summer is of course coming to us

The swallows want high up

The swallows fly up

One shoots Rockets in the space

And the total Power failure

they say is a question of a short time

If someone asks me wherein

You see the sense of my life

Then i tell him: Even in the sensuality.

So long the Heart gets hope nourishes

stays our life liveable

Even if the Devil spits pitch and sulfur

The eart stays how i know

long time not on the sidetrack

The future is not long the past

The next summer is of course coming to us

The swallows want high up

The swallows fly up

And more as luck means for me

When at night i lay next to you

And listen to your breath

Who says that "Out" is hip

Then he don't asked us two

For us starts every day spring

The next summer is of course coming to us

The swallows want high up

The swallows fly up

• Artist:Udo Jürgens