Max and the Moon

With the stars as your guide

And the moon as your sail

You’re crossing the ocean of time.

Towards light towards sun

With the wind in your hair

And the helm of your life in your hand.

The horizon is red

The air smells of earth and

Over your head flies a gull.

Soon you’ll be there

On that island somewhere

Lies your future of diamonds and gold.

Clouds for Moritz

We will walk to that emerald hill my son

We will hike to the top of that hill

Then I’ll lift you up as high as I can

On the top of that magical hill

I will pass you a jar that you can fill

With those milky white clouds my son

With your tiny hands you’ll reach for the sky

And fill our sparkling jar

Then we’ll walk down that hill, back home

My son and watch those marvelous clouds

In the jar, on the hill, in the sky, my son

Yes, we’ll set them free in the lounge!

On the floor of the lounge we’ll lie hand in hand

We will stare at those glorious clouds

Till the sun goes down at the emerald hill

My son, then we’ll sleep deep and sound.