Alter Mann
Rammstein
Old Man
He waits for the midday wind
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the wave comes and lays down tired
with a fan every day
the old man smooths the water
I throw the stone for my amusement
the water moves in circles
the old man looks at me sadly
and smooths it out again
In the white sand the old man
shakes as he smokes his pipe
only the water and I know
why he needs this fan
The premonition sleeps like a volcano
hesitantly I then asked
head tilted, he seemed to sleep
before he died, did he say
The water should be your mirror
only when it's smooth, will you see
how many fairy tales are left for you
and you will beg for redemption
The fan pressed against his body
the hand frozen in death throes
they had to break his fingers
the fan remains behind in the sand
I call the old man every day
he wants to redeem me here
I stay behind in the midday wind
and in the fan I can read
The water should be your mirror
only when it's smooth, will you see
how many fairy tales are left for you
and you will beg for redemption
