Aunt Eleonore is walking through the shadows
Aunt Eleonore is talking to the flowers and the birds and the trees
Aunt Eleonore is walking through the house
She said: "Don't look back behind your shoulder to the cracks in our fading love
With our disappearing homemade serenades"

Aunt Eleonore, she's an astronaut from Tirol
A lady of the canyon with a Russian TV
All the family paintings were drowning in '53 in the dark black sea

And when the road is getting thinner and life is getting smaller
Love is hurting like diamonds
I was the green meadow and he was the dark black sea
Now there's a ghost standing behind every tree
I am here with you
I stay
I stay

When we get older as the years go by
Like varnish on a painting that's crackling like the soil of a desert
Tears will fall on a piece of paper

Paint me a river
Where I can swim
Draw me a city
Where I can walk
In the streets
Of my youth
Will the Delta Works protect us from the waves and the water?
But they cannot protect us from personal disaster and matters of love
And boredom and melancholy or depression
A piece of paper

When we're walking, we get older
When we stop, we die