| Wind north-east, runway zero three, |
| I can hear the engines all the way here. |
| Like an arrow she passes by |
| and it's ringing in my ears. |
| And the wet asphalt shakes, |
| the rain dusts like a veil, |
| until it takes off and floats |
| towards the sun. |
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| I'll look after her for a long time, |
| see them climb the clouds, |
| until the lights gradually |
| completely blurred in the rainy grey. |
| My eyes already have |
| lost that tiny point, |
| only sounds monotonous from a distance |
| the hum of the engines. |
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| Then everything is quiet, I go, |
| rain penetrates my jacket. |
| Someone is making coffee |
| in the air traffic control barracks. |
| Gasoline floats in the puddles, |
| shimmering like a rainbow, |
| clouds are reflected in it, |
| I would have liked to have flown along. |
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| Gesang: | Achim |
| Instrumente: | Achim |
| Arrangement: | Achim Bahrenberg |
| Aufnahme, Bearbeitung, Studio- und Mastermix: | TSDG1 |