Engel am Morgen

Your name is poetic
Like a tender novel
And yet heaven has
Over you usually wear blue jeans

And when you wake up in the morning
With the Sun in your hair
Then I only know one thing
And that is true

Nothing is so heavenly
Like an angel in the morning
An angel like you
Who awakens from dreaming

Nothing is so heavenly
Like an angel in the morning
At most you
My angel at night

You like the movies with james dean
The paintings of chagall
And you talk to me for hours
About God in the jazz club

And when you wake up in the morning
With the Sun in your hair
Then I only know one thing
And that is true

Nothing is so heavenly
Like an angel in the morning
An angel like you
Who awakens from dreaming

Nothing is so heavenly
Like an angel in the morning
At most you
My angel at night

My angel at night