The chorus is still in German, as I haven't tackled it yet. It's going to take some doing:
He's waiting for the midday wind
The weary waves sprawl on the sand
Every day the old man will
Smooth the water with his fan
I throw a stone in just for fun
The still water uncurls and moves
A jaded look from the old one
As once again he sweeps it smooth
The old man shakes as he smokes
His pipe in the white sand
The water and I both know
Why he needs to have his fan
Like a volcano foresight sleeps
I waver then ask instead
With bowed head he seems to weep
He tells me before his death
Das Wasser soll dein Spiegel sein
erst wenn es glatt ist, wirst du sehen
wieviel Märchen dir noch bleibt
und um Erlösung wirst du flehen
The fan is clutched close to his heart
As the rigor holds his hand
They have to prise his grip apart
The fan stays back on the sand
Each day I cry to be saved
I call out to the old man
I stay out in the midday wind
And then I read from the fan
Das Wasser soll dein Spiegel sein
erst wenn es glatt ist, wirst du sehen
wieviel Märchen dir noch bleibt
und um Erlösung wirst du flehen
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