Nächsten Sommer English translation
von Matthias Reim

The waiter told me: "Ok one last beer,
Then we'll shut down here.
That'll be it for this year."
Just a few weeks ago
It was you and me, table number 4
The summer is over and I feel that I'm cold

I still see you before me, your face
I still hear the music in the evening light
I put on the jacket and get on my way
Home
The wind is blowing colder tonight
But I'm already looking forward to it


We'll meet again next summer
And then we'll celebrate the old songs
Next summer, count me in
Then we'll meet again, that'll be our time
Then we'll meet again, that'll be our time

First, brown leaves are falling and soon the first snow
Fortunately there's phones and whatsapp - fine as well
You're far up North now and down South it's getting quiet too
A winter filled with longing; you are all I want

We'll meet again next summer
And then we'll celebrate the old songs
Next summer, count me in
Then we'll meet again, that'll be our time

We'll meet again next summer
And then we'll celebrate the old songs
Next summer, count me in
Then we'll meet again, that'll be our time

Next summer, count me in
Then we'll meet again, that'll be our time
Then we'll meet again
That'll be our time