Vier Stunden in der Woche English translation
von Udo Jürgens

Saturday afternoon at four I'll pick you up
There she is already waiting at the door;
Your mother rarely looks me in the face,
When I ask her: "How are you?"
She just says, "Take care of the little one,
And bring her home on time."
And then I take my daughter by the hand
And can be a father again.

four hours a week,
Four hours hardly count
Four hours are left
From a big dream.
I can't give her much
At this time - but still:
Four hours a week
Does my life have a meaning?


If the weather is nice, we'll go to the zoo
Or we go to the lake.
When it rains, she sits with cocoa and cake
With me mostly in the cafe,
And I ask her about school and friends
But she doesn't talk to me very much;
And I want to know everything about her
So that I don't lose her completely.

Four hours...

Sometimes I tried to explain to her
What I never understood myself';
Why do people who love each other suddenly do
As if they had never known each other.
Then she tells me about her new father,
Who said he would always be there for her.
And then I don't know what to say
And just stroke her hair.

Four hours...