Rammstein – Der alte Mann (The old man) Lyric

aus dem Album Sehnsucht

He's waiting for the midday wind,
and waves spread out so dull and slack
and with a hand fan every day,
the old man smooth the water back.

I cast a stone in just for fun,
the water rings moved on the plane,
so sadly stood the old man by,
and swept the water flat again.

In white sand the old man sat,
tremdling as he smoket his pipe,
just the water and I know that,
the fan is of a special type.

Awareness sleeps volcano dreams,
reluctant I asked him why,
his head hung low as if he slept,
and that he said before he died:

"The water will be your only mirror,
first when it's like glass you can see,
how many farytales you have left,
for your deliverance you will plead."

The fan was pressed to his breast,
Just as death's grip seized up his hand,
his finger must have been so tight,
the fan remained back in the sand.

I call the old man every day,
should he come and deliver me,
I stay here with the midday wind
and in the fan it is plane to read:

"The water will be your only mirror,
first when it's like glass you can see,
how many farytales you have left,
for your deliverance you will plead.

The water will be your only mirror,
first when it's like glass you can see,
how many farytales you have left,
for your deliverance you will plead."