Die Hölle morgen früh [English translation]

I didn't want to see you again.

Just now I want to go to sleep.

Then you call me unexpectedly.

My head screams out a loud alarm.

Switch your mobile off at night.

But my heart cries out, I must go to you.

And while talking to you I'm already

getting ready in everything you like to see me in

and using the perfume that will entrance you tonight.

The hell tomorrow morning can go hang itself.

No matter how many times I crash to the ground.

For a night alone with you in heaven,

alone with you in heaven

I'd die a thousand times.

The hell tomorrow morning can go hang itself,

however often I fall from cloud seven

for just a night in your arms,

alone with just you,

the rest can go look after itself.

When you call me, I never think

how the next morning will be,

for, today, tomorrow has not yet arrived.

Nor do I think about the hell,

through which I would go without you.

I know it well, I've been there often enough.

And then I pull my car keys

from out of my pocket.

What becomes of me after tonight, I don't give another thought.

The hell tomorrow morning can go hang itself.

No matter how many times I crash to the ground.

For a night alone with you in heaven,

alone with you in heaven

I'd die a thousand times.

The hell tomorrow morning can go hang itself,

however often I fall from cloud seven

for just a night in your arms,

alone with just you,

the rest can go look after itself.

Hell itself is no matter to me.

Damn it – I love you for heaven's sake.

The hell tomorrow morning can go hang itself.

No matter how many times I crash to the ground.

For a night alone with you in heaven,

alone with you in heaven

I'd die a thousand times.

The hell tomorrow morning can go hang itself,

however often I fall from cloud seven

for just a night in your arms,

alone with just you,

the rest can go look after itself.

Today it's no worry of mine.

• Artist:Helene Fischer
• Album:Für einen Tag