Märchenblau [English translation]

You were the last to get out of the lift

And glanced at me, with a look to your parents.

Tell me what your name is, and how can I reach you?

Tell me a feeling, oh, make me brave again.

Since I saw you, lightning flashes through my shoulders.

Whenever I think - you look deep into my eyes.

I often stretch my arm out to you in my sleep.

I dream of you - yes, I dream of you.

Fairytale blue

So fairytale blue

Fairytale blue

So fairytale blue

Spring storms, spring storms - completely confused;

Emotions become strong, thoughts become intense.

Spaces open up, illusions always bigger,

Resistance weak and the words always quieter.

The truth swims hazily with the river, directionless;

Empty hands grasp at mine - nobody knows the time.

Waves come and wash around my body;

Currents flow hot from that direction into the ground.

Fairytale blue

So fairytale blue

Fairytale blue

So fairytale blue

• Artist:Joachim Witt
• Album:Märchenblau (1983)