His Name is Waldemar
My ideal in this world
For me, that's the bold hero,
The tall, blond man.
He comes from a fairytale country
And reaches out to me with his strong hand
Which could smash me.
That's how the man of my dreams looks like
His name is Ralf or Peer.
But reality looks different,
Please, listen to this:
His name is Waldemar and he has black hair,
He is neither proud nor bold but I love him.
His name is Waldemar and he's not a star;
His home is Berlin but I love him.
The guy is the opposite of my ideal.
I can't comprehend myself
But I don't care.
His name is Waldemar and his money is scarce
I'll never get an ermine but I love him,
I think myself that I'm weird
I call everything Waldemar,
My car and the dog;
The bird, even the driver,
I call everyone Waldemar
And there's a reason for that.
Sometimes I even believe it myself that this is fatal
Because everyone knows about my passion;
And every band in the bar plays this ovation for me:
His name is Waldemar and he has black hair,
He is neither proud nor bold but I love him.
Ooh, that Waldemar, that is a barbarian,
Sometimes I want to flee from him
But I love him.
In the morning HIM, in the evening HIM,
That's my curriculum
I fall asleep with his name
And I rise with it, too.
His name is Waldemar and he kisses wonderfully;38
Oh, that man is my ruin,
But I love him.
Ayayayayay, Waldemar!
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