Fette oide Sunn  /  fat old sun (Album: atom heart mother - 1970)

written by:  D. Gilmour  / dt. Text Da Floydinger

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 Waunn de fette oide Sunn versinkt,

Summer Abend a Vogel singt

Donnergroll'n, um de Zeit,

klingt wie Musik in meine Ohr'n.

A ferne Glock'n, frisch g'maht's Gras

riacht so siass.

Handerl halt'n, drunt beim Fluss,

leg di nieder da zu mir.

Und waun du sitzt und gar nichts sagst,

deine Füss im Wasser bad'st.

Und waun du hörst, wie de Nacht einfallt,

mit an silbern' Klang von einer fremden Zeit.

Dann sing für mi, sing für mi, ...

Waun de fette oide Sunn versinkt,

Summerabend, a Vogel singt.

Kinderlach'n, in meine Ohr'n,

da Sonnenstrahl hinter 'm Wald verlor'n.

Und waun du sitzt .....

 

 

Summerabend a Vogel singt

 

 When the fat old sun in the sky is falling

Summer evening birds are calling.

 Summer's thunder time of year,

 The sound of music in my ears.
 
Distant bells,
New mown grass smells so sweet.

 By the river holding hands,

 Roll me up and lay me down.

And if you sit,

 Don't make a sound.

 Pick your feet up off the ground.

 And if you hear as the warm night falls

 The silver sound from a time so strange,


Sing to me, sing to me.
When that fat old sun in the sky is falling,
Summer evening birds are calling.
Children's laughter in my ears,
The last sunlight disappears.
And if you sit,
Don't make a sound.
Pick your feet up off the ground.
And if you hear as the warm night falls
The silver sound from a time so strange,
Sing to me, sing to me.
When that fat old sun in the sky is falling,
Summer evening birds are calling.
Children's laughter in my ears,
The last sunlight disappears.

 

 Vocals, electric & accoustic guitar, keyboards:  Da Floydinger

 

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