Ein Romantischer Mann
Mireille Mathieu
A Romantic Man
Where is the man who walks with me through meadows at night
Who understands my desire for more emotion
Who occasionally whispers to me what he's thinking
And instead of gold, only gives me a poem and tenderness
Who isn't like the heroes of our days
Who still likes Mozart, music, and butterflies in the summer wind
Who can show me the stars and the moon in the sky
In a word: a romantic man
Where is the man who gives me a song to dream
Who paints pictures for me and catches the wind for me
Who impresses me with feeling instead of force
Who just knows how to fascinate a woman
Who isn't like the heroes of our days
Who still likes Mozart, music, and butterflies in the summer wind
Who can show me the stars and the moon in the sky
In a word: a romantic man
And if you're the one who can give me a little of that
Then come and be my romantic man
My romantic man
My romantic man
