Er heißt Waldemar

My ideal in this world
For me, that's the bold hero,
The tall blond man.
He comes from a fairytale land
And extends his strong hand to me,
Which could break me.

This is how the man of my dreams looks
His name is Ralf or Per.
Reality, however, looks different,
Please, listen here:

His name is Waldemar and he has black hair,
He is neither proud nor bold but I love him.
His name is Waldemar and he is not a star;
His home is Berlin but I love him.

The boy is the opposite of my ideal.
I no longer understand myself
And *** I don't care.
His name is Waldemar and his money is scarce,
I'll never get a fur coat but I love him,

I find myself strange
I call everything Waldemar,
My car and even the dog;
The bird, the chauffeur even,
I call them all Waldemar
And there's a reason for that.

Sometimes it's even fatal for me
Because everyone knows my passion;
And every band in the dance hall gives me this ovation:

His name is Waldemar ... and he has black hair
His name is Waldemar .... and his money is scarce
His name is Waldemar .... and he is not a star

His name is Waldemar and he has black hair
He is neither proud nor bold but I love him.
Oooooo Waldemar, he's a barbarian,
Sometimes I want to flee from him
But I love him.

In the morning him, in the evening him,
That's my life story
I fall asleep with his name
And wake up with it too.

His name is Waldemar and he kisses wonderfully;
Oh, the man is my ruin,
But I love him.
Oi, Waldemar!