Ach Luise [English translation]

Oh Luise, tomorrow morning at 8:20

You will enter your train

And at 9:30 you will be there

I'd love to be your train's locomotive

Because then I could be close to you a little earlier

Oh Luise, if only I could be the rail

Of your train

Then I'd know that you are driving savely

Or I'd like to be the trumpet

Of the rail station chairman

Then I'd know that you listen to me

Oh Luise, no girl is like her!

This grace, this charm, this timbre

Makes me go crazy, no matter if it's march or december!

Oh Luise, that's my name of the game!

If they take you to your last resting place someday

They better take me with them, too!

And your water blue eye contrasts

So futuristic with the young

Leather colored brown hair

And your mouth, oh Luise,

Just as pale and tender, and mystical

Like a rose's leaf in a wash basin

And the legs, oh Luise, curving in a gentle circle

I called them novel legs jokingly. Do you remember it?

Because in the beginning one always believes that these two

Will never get together, but in the end

They do.

Oh Luise, no girl is like her!

This grace, this charm, this timbre

Makes me go crazy, no matter if it's march or december!

Oh Luise, that's my name of the game!

If they take you to your last resting place someday

They better take me with them, too!

Oh Luise, do you dream of grassland

With a lamb jumping upon it

It can only be your Peter!