L.M.L. (A Tribute To Lena Meyer-Landrut)


it was a long cold winter
dark and snowy white
I dreamt of mezzo lipsticks
which are kissing me at night
so I turned on television just for sure
I did it right

a girl was walking in there
she entered the green stage
and singing just a lovely song
I'm sure she's not my age
but a flash enlightened all my heart
she put me in a cage


and when I close my eyes she came to me
and said: I'm L.M.L.


the L is fitting Lena
I'm sure there is no doubt
and M is for Marc Shaftenberg
I want to cry out loud
so I hope the last L turns to love
my satellite's above the cloud

we're wandering hand in hand
while we're looking in our eyes
over flourish, soft and perfumed grass
everything was nice
she remembered of a snow white girl
who gets just love and sighs


and when I close my eyes she came to me
and said: I'm L.M.L.

and then my girlfriend tried to wake me up
and said: stop dreaming!