When you always read your newspaper in the morning before work
Then why don’t you read aloud because you can’t hear anything?
If I only do it with my fingers as a pistol
As if I’m shooting at someone, why do you mind?
Say, do cows sleep standing up?
If you turn the sky, are you over the rain?
Why doesn’t the moon fall down on us?
And when do the dead wake up again?

Questions after questions, evening after evening
Sometimes I know the answers, sometimes I have to guess
How many scars do pirates have?
I will tell you, afterwards you sleep (yes, good)

You come to me with your thousand questions every evening
You want to know what it will be like one day
What I know, I’ll tell you every secret
And I’ll stay here as long as you fell asleep

When someone asks me how old I am, I always say: “Five!”
But how does this age get into me?
If anything bad happens when I press it
Then why is the button so small?
Tell me when is this “soon”
And why do you go out on the terrace and then it smokes?
Why is there war or peace?
How do you fall in love and how do you learn to fly?

Questions after questions, evening after evening
Sometimes I know the answers, sometimes I have to guess
Why are the fingers so wrinkled after bathing?
I’ll tell you, but then you sleep (okay)

You come to me with your thousand questions every evening
You want to know what it will be like one day
What I know, I’ll tell you every secret
And I’ll stay here as long as you fell asleep

You have so many questions, questions
That burn on your soul
That’s why you don’t want to sleep, sleep
Better to keep talking, because
You have so many questions, questions
Believe me everything I know
I’ll tell you and tell you
Everything else then explains the time to you

You come to me with your thousand questions every evening
You want to know what it will be like one day
What I know, I’ll tell you every secret
And I’ll stay here as long as you fell asleep

As long as you fell asleep
As long as you fell asleep
(Well)

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Imperfection is beauty, madness is genious. it is better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring.

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