Leafing through the pages of my childhood

I find many yellowed in all those years

And others are still of unreal clearness

About moments that were important to me

About grandmother peeling potatoes

While using the spring sun in the frontyard

I'm playing in the sand and listen to her stories

And I know that if she catches me, she'd wipe my nose

Some things that we hardly realize

Form us out for our whole life

And set their colourful stone as a souvenir

Into the mosaic of our soul

The search lists at the Red-Cross huts

Father coming home from imprisonment

The thin, strange man with beardy cheeks

Crossing the rails sobbingly

Uncle Heinz in the villages tavern

Letting me try his beer secretely

And also his cigarette once

Whil Aunt Ille thinks I'm at the kids' party

The morning tragedy in front of the kindergarten

Desperation, when mother had left

Pain to wait for her fro one day

And always fear, that she might forget me here

Sundays when relatives come around

When everybody's laughing and speaking chaoticly

The plates are shattering, outside there's coffee and cake

Redcurrants in the garden gleaming in the sunlight

Original lyrics

Beim Blättern in den Bildern meiner Kindheit

Reinhard Mey: Top 3

1.	Über den Wolken
2.	Gute Nacht, Freunde
3.	Nein, meine Söhne geb ich nicht

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