Mein Amerika English translation
von Philipp Poisel

Like a road to the south
Like a cornfield, endlessly wide
Like rivers cutting their beds through the gorges
High passes, deep in snow
Like a summer in the desert
Like Woodstock in the middle
Deep forests, cold seas
In your arms I feel free

I am, I am yours
And you are, you are mine
Day in every year
You are mine, you are my America
I am yours and you are my America

Big cities, thousand people
A thousand roads, empty and wide
A thousand bridges to the coast
White nights, sky wide


I am, I am yours
And you are, you are mine
Day in every year
You are mine, are my America

I am, I am yours
And you are, you are mine
Day in every year
You are mine, are my America

From the source to the estuary
Carry you over the ice
From Niagara to Houston
Wild West, dead and hot
Parking decks, houses, empty sorts
From Atlanta we take off up there
To a new world

I am, I am yours
And you are, you are mine
Sky before me, so clear
You are mine, are my America
You are mine, are my America
I am yours and you are my America