Mein Bruder Ist Ein Maler (Version 1996)

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
Across sea and lands, about 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 to his child who cries, the clown who gives laughter

He makes the gloomiest things colorful again
That's why I can't understand
When his wife tells me what he sometimes thinks

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 too began to sing so much
Yes, sometimes I also started to like painting