An old man sits alone at the bar
Sits quietly and only occasionally lifts his glass
He seems deeply engrossed, so no one talks to him
And some quietly think, he won't be sitting here much longer

Sometimes music and dance rage around him
No matter what happens, the old man sits silently
Laughed at by some and easily overlooked
But if you want to understand, then sit down with him

And when the old man then tells his story
From back then, from earlier times and from all over the world
When the old man then tells his story
Everyone in the room feels it when he leaves
No matter what remains here, the old man, he is missed

Sometimes he was a fool and sometimes a hero
You feel the melancholy when he tells his stories
As true as I sit here, that's how he always starts
And before you know it, the evening has passed

And when the old man then tells his story
From back then, from earlier times and from all over the world
When the old man then tells his story
Everyone in the room feels it when he leaves
No matter what remains here, the old man, he is missed

An old man sits alone at the bar
With some luck, for many more years

And when the old man then tells his story
From back then, from earlier times and from all over the world
When the old man then tells his story
Everyone in the room feels it when he leaves
No matter what remains here, the old man, he is missed

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