Erus us d'r Stadt
Af noh Wahn eren en d'r Flejer
Three thousand kilometers
Wick fatt von zo Huus
Tel Aviv is the airport where I arrive'
Foreign Luck, Stranger Spoken
I'm going to let myself know what's going on
What's fat now?
I'm going to put three moons together now
On the kibbutz milk the king
I was slowly going to the boor
I'm in Heimwih, so on Meddelwell
Now I understand that
Suddenly weed and hell
Ahle Ostermann
And I'm starting to cry
I want to see Foþ noh Kölle jon
That's the speech that I hear
That's what I'm talking about
I want to see Foþ noh Kà ¶lle jon
I love the calendar
Un zöll' janz stekum de Dage
Three moons all the time
I still have three moons left us
I read things Bref zom
Hundred and fiftieth Mol
Saach: En Kölle es Rän
Un ich möch su jä n me you
Im Rän ens ston
I want to see Foþ noh Kölle jon
That is the speech that I hear
That's what it's for, I've got something to say