Jetzt ist Sommer

As I see the Facebook statuses of my friends update to tell about how they’re finally getting out of school for summer break (or in some cases, getting out of school for good and graduating) or how they’re spending their summer vacation, I get a bit jealous. 

Firstly, because I’m still stuck going to classes…not that they’re extremely difficult classes.  It’s just that I’m a Faulenzer. 

And secondly, because as we move on into summer, I read more statuses about how the weather over there sucks and is rainy or something stupid like that.  Which, if you’re only complaining about that once in a while, leads me to believe that normally the weather is, well, normal—sunny and warming up.  And so when I come across one of those “Aw man, why is it raining today?” statuses, it makes me want to punch someone.  You think having a couple rainy, cloudy, cool days here and there is bad?  Try living with it FOR THE PAST THREE MONTHS, jerks!  Now I know why the cowboys sang about their home, where the skies are not cloudy all day—because having a home where the skies ARE cloudy all day is really friggin depressing.

Naturally, the Germans have learned to adapt to their habitat, and created a song that perfectly reflects their attitudes toward this crap they call “Sommer.”  Take a look:



Here’s my attempt at a translation of the lyrics, for those of you who don’t know German:

Sunglasses on and off to the café,
Where I see pretty women on the street
Then plunge into the middle of the cold pool
And a caipirinha, pretty cool.
Suntan lotion on and down to the sunbathing lawn,
Where I lease a sunning bed for me and Lisa
We let ourselves go and we let ourselves burn
Everything else can wait a while.
And if nothing comes of it because it’s 7 degrees,
Then we’ll pour two sacks of sand in the bathroom.
On the radio they’re playing the summer hit,
We’re singing along in the bathtub:

Now it’s summer, no matter if you sweat or freeze,
Summer is what happens in your head,
It’s summer, I’ve made it clear:
Summer is when you laugh anyway.

Sunroof down, and into the convertible
I don’t really have one, but that’s ok.
Because the fun fades away quickly,
If it only stays in the garage the whole summer.
Sometimes when I see the weather,
I get fantasies of violence, and the weather girl
Would be the first victim of my aggression   [No wonder Hitler snapped!  It’s this damn weather! ;) ]
Though I know: What good would it do
If one took her word and forced her,
To jump in a bikini into the North Sea
I’d rather make my own weather situation,
When I again and again say:

Now it’s summer, no matter if you sweat or freeze,
Summer is what happens in your head,
It’s summer, I’ve made it clear:
Summer is when you laugh anyway.

I’m mad, when someone steals my bike.
I’m mad, when someone smacks me in the face.
I’m mad, when someone steals my dream woman,
And lies with this woman on my towel by the pool.
Otherwise, I take everything fairly easily,
Because I’m mentally mighty
I just press the little green button,
And the sun comes on in my head:

Now it’s summer, no matter if you sweat or freeze,
Summer is what happens in your head,
It’s summer!  Off to the rubber boat—
Winter is now on house ban.

To hell with the weather, no matter if one freezes:
Summer is what happens in your head.