Griechischer Wein

It was already dark when I walked home through the suburbs.
There was a tavern, with light spilling out onto the sidewalk.
I had time and I was cold, so I stepped inside.

There sat men with brown eyes and black hair,
and from the jukebox came music, foreign and southern.
When they saw me, one stood up and invited me in.

Greek wine is like the blood of the earth.
Come, pour yourself a drink, and if I get sad,
it's because I always dream of home; you have to forgive me.
Greek wine, and the familiar old songs.
Pour me another! Because I feel the longing again;
in this city, I'll always be a stranger, and alone.

And then they told me about green hills, sea and wind,
about old houses and young women, who are all alone,
and about the child who has never seen his father.

They kept saying: Someday we’ll go back.
And the savings are enough for a little happiness at home.
And soon no one thinks about how it was here anymore.

Greek wine is so... to be a stranger, and alone.

Original by Udo Jürgens
Lyrics by Michael Kunze