Was es ist [English translation]

I turn the head and am still tired.

I had a short night.

Let my eyes shut and ask myself:

What has brought me around from sleep?

I feel you near me and enjoy

your hand in my hand.

That which I now know and did not know

is that I am no longer strange in my country.

A sip of black coffee makes me wake up.

Your red mouth touched me gently.

In this instant, it clicks

up comes the yellow sun.

It is, what it is, says the love.

What it is, the mind wonders.

Everywhere it goes, that we want to know, mmh

It is, what it is, says the love

What it is, says the mind.

I look forward to my life.

Make fresh tracks in the white beach.

Louise writes me from America.

They appreciate her direct manner.

And on Ibiza Matthias dances in the Pascha.

That is our present.

I feel, as if everything is changing

and how I myself can change it.

Which restrains me in my life.

Because with change history begins.

You ask me now where I come.

I no longer cause myself sorrow.

I risk something for love.

I feel I am ready.

And the black night envelopes us

my red mouth wants to be with you.

In this instant, it clicks.

Lights us a bright day.

And enter a new German land.

• Artist:MIA.
• Album:Stille Post