Mein Bruder Ist Ein Maler
Udo Jürgens
My Brother Is a Painter
Sometimes I feel so small
With my big sounds
Which blow away like blue mist in the slightest wind
And something like jealousy
Begins to burn inside me
When I see his pictures, so eternally beautiful
Because my brother is a painter
And a picture of his hand
Can say more than a thousand melodies
Yes, my brother is a painter
I'm just a musician
And in some dreams I envy him
The earth is subject to him
He rules with his colors
Over sea and land, over happiness and dreams
A song briefly takes me in its arms
Rarely lasts long
However, a picture knows no time, it always remains true to him
Because my brother is a painter
And a picture of his hand
Can say more than a thousand melodies
Yes, my brother is a painter
I'm just a musician
And in some dreams I envy him
When his wife is sad
He paints her orchids
And his child who cries, the clown who gives laughter
He makes the gloomiest things colorful again
That's why I can't resist
When his wife tells me what he sometimes thinks
Because my brother is a painter
And a picture of his hand
Can say more than a thousand melodies
Yes, my brother is a painter
I'm just a musician
And in some dreams I envy him
Yes, my brother is a singer
And a song from his mouth
That says more than some pictures ever can
Yes, my brother is a singer
And his life is so colorful
Sometimes I also started to sing so much
Yes, sometimes I also started to love painting
