Für mich solls rote Rosen regnen
(Let it rain red roses for me) by Hildegard Knef
When I was 16, I said quietly I want, want to be big, want victory,
want to be glad, never die.
When I was 16, I said quietly I want, want everything, or nothing at all.
Let it rain red roses for me. I should encounter all miracles.
The world should remodel and keep its sorrrows for itself.
And later, I still said
I want to understand, see a lot, to experience, to treasure.
And later, I still said
I do not want to be alone and yet free.
Let it rain red roses for me.
I should encounter all miracles.
Luck should go gentle on me
and administer my fate lovingly.
And today I say quietly
I should submit myself, should be content.
I cannot submit myself. cannot be content.
I still want victory, want everything, or nothing at all.
Let it rain red roses for me.
I should encounter brand new miracles.
Should unfold myself newly far away from the old things.
Should keep most of what is expected.
I want.
I want.
I want..
I want…
I want………