Vier Stunden in der Woche

I'll pick her up at four o'clock on Saturday afternoon
She's already waiting at the door
Her mother rarely looks me in the face
When I ask her how are you

She just says take care of the little one
And bring them home to me on time in the evening
And then I take my daughter by the hand
And can be a father again

Four hours a week
Four hours hardly count
Four hours remain
Of a big dream

I can't give her much
At least during this time
Four hours a week
Does my life have meaning

If the weather is nice, we go to the zoo
Or we go to the lake
When it rains, she sits with cocoa and cake
With me mostly in the café

And I ask her about school and friends
But she doesn't talk to me much
And I want to know everything about her
So that I don't lose her completely

Four hours a week
Four hours hardly count
Four hours remain
Of a big dream

I can't give her much
At least during this time
Four hours a week
Does my life have meaning

Sometimes I tried to explain to her
What I never understood myself'
Why people who love each other suddenly do
As if they had never known each other

Then she tells me about her new father
Who said he was always there for her
And then I don't know what to say
And just stroke her hair

Four hours a week
Four hours hardly count
Four hours remain
Of a big dream

I can't give her much
At least during this time
Four hours a week
Does my life have meaning

Does my life have meaning