Kraniche [English translation]

A fine train

in the direction of the dunes,

the cranes on the well-kempt fields.

End of September,

every following year

and I'm looking as if it were the first time.

My new roses,

my ordinary seamen

are packed in a little suitcase

and stay calm.

Everything blows through.

The light goes on again

when it moves and doesn't stay still.

I'm not searching anymore and only find.

Whatever comes, comes anyway at the start.

I'm not searching anymore and only find.

Was someone there anyway?

Is someone always there?

Was someone always there

who saw deep into my head?

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

What I've learned

is anxious to stay.

Everything comes on the table when the time comes.

It won't do anything to clench up.

The machine is out of steam.

Life is too short and much more than OK.

In the best weather

in the sun's colors

even broken things shine like a window display.

At the jeweler's.

I'm happy to be here,

wonderfully helpless

when it moves and doesn't stay still.

I'm not searching anymore and only find.

Whatever comes, comes anyway at the start.

I'm not searching anymore and only find.

Was someone there anyway?

Is someone always there?

Was someone always there

who saw deep into my head?

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

At the next station I get off,

take the boardwalk to the little house,

lights on in all the windows,

lights on in all the windows.

I'm out!

I'm out!

Was someone always there?

Was someone always there

who saw deep into my head?

who saw deep into my head?

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

I'm not searching anymore and only find.

Whatever comes, comes anyway at the start.

• Artist:Bosse
• Album:Kraniche (2013)