"Das ist die Berliner Luft Luft Luft,so mit ihrem holden Duft Duft Duft..."Ganz liebe Grüsse, Keti! À la bonne heure!
Some time ago I met a manHe said his name was PeteBut we both knew it wasn't so.We spent a lot of time togetherWe talked and we walkedPlayed badminton evenAnd we wrote poems.We sat together when evening fellAnd saw how all went dark and quietAnd still we sat.But our talks turned to lettersAnd our letters turned to storiesOur stories turned to picturesAnd the pictures we did no longer understand.Now we hardly speak anymoreAnd I miss himSometimes I really miss him.Eine schöne Zeit in Berlin.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.It couldn`t be more real...Two years ago I also met a Peet....but the pictures we do no longer understand.And yes, I miss him.Sometimes I really miss him.And I sometimes really miss you, Peet.
"Das ist die Berliner Luft Luft Luft,
ReplyDeleteso mit ihrem holden Duft Duft Duft..."
Ganz liebe Grüsse, Keti! À la bonne heure!
Some time ago I met a man
ReplyDeleteHe said his name was Pete
But we both knew it wasn't so.
We spent a lot of time together
We talked and we walked
Played badminton even
And we wrote poems.
We sat together when evening fell
And saw how all went dark and quiet
And still we sat.
But our talks turned to letters
And our letters turned to stories
Our stories turned to pictures
And the pictures we did no longer understand.
Now we hardly speak anymore
And I miss him
Sometimes I really miss him.
Eine schöne Zeit in Berlin.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
ReplyDeleteIt couldn`t be more real...
Two years ago I also met a Peet.
...but the pictures we do no longer understand.
And yes, I miss him.
Sometimes I really miss him.
And I sometimes really miss you, Peet.