It was already dark
As I walked home through suburban streets
There was a tavern
From which the light still shone on the sidewalk
I had time and I was cold, so I went in
There sat men with brown
Eyes and with black hair
And from the jukebox music sounded
That was foreign and southern
When they saw me
One stood up and invited me
Greek wine is
Like the blood of the earth
Come on, pour yourself one
And when I then become sad
It's because
I always dream of home
You must forgive
Greek wine
And the old familiar songs
Pour another one,
Because I feel the longing
Again, in this city
I will 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 alone
And about the child who never saw his father
They kept telling themselves
Someday we'll go back
And the savings will be enough
At home for a little happiness
And soon no one will think anymore
About how it was here
Greek wine is
Like the blood of the earth
Come on, pour yourself one
And when I then become sad
It's because
I always dream of home
You must forgive
Greek wine
And the old familiar songs
Pour another one,
Because I feel the longing
Again, in this city
I will always be a stranger, and alone

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