Frühlingszeit

The sun setting in Berlin’s biggest park: Tiergarten

The Sun shines and the green grass decides to grow.
I sit here and start to ponder,
why it is so beautiful without the snow?
But it is obviously shown.

The grey fades away,
and the sun comes to stay,
while the children laugh and play,
I can hear them singing.

The song is beautifully sung,
while a guitarist strums out of tune.
The chords fall one by one,
there is nothing left for me to do.

I could walk away from here.
Maybe to the next garden and drink some beer.
I may fall in love with you dear,
but only if you let me.

The sun it sets.
I watch the moon fight for its spot in the sky,
and the match is well met.
I linger in the park I dont know why.

I must be dazed in a dream.
I can feel Spring fever washing over me.
The warmth of Tiergarten is where I like to be.
How beautiful you are Berlin,

Until we meet again.