Spiel Mit Mir

We share a room and the bed
Little brother come and be so kind
Little brother come touch me
Slide close to me

In front of the bed a black hole
And every sheep falls into it
I'm already too old and still counting them
Because I can't find sleep

Under the navel in the branches
A white dream is already waiting
Little brother come hold on tight
And shake the leaves off the tree for me

Play a game with me
Give me your hand and
Play with me
A game
Play with me
A game
Play with me
Because we are alone
Play with me
A game
Father mother child

Little brother's hand hurts
He turns back to the wall
The brother helps me now and then
So I can sleep

Play a game
With me
Give me your hand and
Play with me
A game
Play with me
A game
Play with me
Because we are alone
Play with me
A game
Father mother child