A-N-N-A

Mark Forster

A-N-N-A

Pitsch Patsch wet I fled under the
Canopy of the specialty store from the sky poured a stream I guess
It was half when Anna looked at me, smiled
And I thought come on, talk to her because she talked to me
The clothes all soaked stuck to her tightly
The bag in her hand, she stood by the wall
The dark eyes sparkled like a night in Asia
Strands in her face obstruct my view
My heart beats, my nose drips, I'm ashamed
Behaving foolishly, I'm rather shy
"my name is Anna" she said very soberly
I started to whisper I'm Max from the "Lap of the Collective Farm"
But such a catastrophe that went terribly wrong
Making a fool of myself but she smiled
Look, Anna was a hip-hop fan

Every time it rains I think of you
How we meet can't distract me
Soaking wet she stood there
Around us it was loud and we got close
Anna every time it rains I think of you
How we met and can't distract me
Soaking wet she stood there
A-n-n-a

Pitter-patter fell a rain like the flood
The canopy the island we were like flotsam
I found courage, I'm surprised myself by the self-assurance
Of my confession
Anna, I would like to go out with you
Could get used to seeing you more often
Anna pulled me to her, I don't usually do that
Feel her sweet kisses as she caresses my face
What's happening, don't let me go
Anna, I only love you, others are loveless, you are
Like vinyl for my DJ, dialectic for Hegel
Brush for Picasso, for Philippe drumsticks
Anna, how was that with Dada
You are from behind and from the front A-n-n-a
You are from behind and from the front A-n-n-a
You are from behind and from the front A-n-n-a

She gave me a farewell kiss then the bus came
She said "Max, I have to go" the door closed, it poured
I walked, confused, almost ran
Anna took my mind, I found all sorts of things about Anna
Sometimes I laugh about it but then I realize again how it affects me
Comedy is tragedy in mirror writing
A-n-n-a from behind and from the front, your name be blessed
I think of you every time it rains