I stand on the tower's high balcony The shrieking starling streaks by And like a maenad i let the storm Rumple and tear at my hair Oh my wild comrade and crazy boy I long to embrace you and match My strength against yours, two steps from the edge And wrestle with you to the death And as i look down at the beach, the waves Are like hunting dogs at play Foaming and bellowing they rave And up leaps the glistening spray How gladly i'd jump to be among That raging pack of hounds And follow through the coral woods The walrus with merry sound Wär ich ein jäger auf freier flur Ein stück nur von einem soldaten Wär ich ein mann, doch mindest nur So möge der himmel mir raten And further i see a pennant blow Bold as a battle banner And the prow of the ship goes up and down As i watch from my airy rampart Oh i want to stand in that fighting ship And grasp the steering wheel And over the spitting, hissing deep Glide as the seagull will If i were a hunter out in the wild If i were a bit of a soldier If i were at least and simply a man Then heaven would council and hold me But now i must sit like a good little girl Sweet, delicate and fair And i have to hide to let the wind Blow freely through my hair Wär ich ein jäger auf freier flur Ein stück nur von einem soldaten Wär ich ein mann, doch mindest nur So möge der himmel mir raten