Spiel mir ein Lied aus der Heimat

In our mountains, he was at home,
couldn't stand how uptight we were.
He got on a plane and flew over the sea,
far away from us,
and he'll never come back.

Over there, he made a career,
proud of the house and his own yacht.
But at night, he drinks too much beer at the bar,
so he tells the man at the piano with longing:

Play me a song from home,
of mountains, villages, and lakes,
play me a song from home,
where the roses bloom so beautifully.
I left my home behind,
destroyed the bridges behind me,
play me a song from home,
so I can dream a little of her.

The musician has long known the lonely man,
and as always, he starts with
the Kufstein song,
then they both sing, as best they can,
and he imagines he's standing in front of the cliffs.

The sky is blue, and the air is so clear,
the peaks are close enough to touch.
Now he feels, we have a lot ahead of him,
because only in dreams
he sees his home.

Play me a song from home,
of mountains, villages, and lakes,
play me a song from home,
where the roses bloom so beautifully.
I left my home behind,
destroyed the bridges behind me,
play me a song from home,
so I can dream a little of her.