It was already dark
When 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 black hair
And from the jukebox came music
That was foreign and southern
When they saw me
One stood up and invited me in

Greek wine is
Like the blood of the earth
Come on, pour yourself one
And when I get sad
It's because
I always dream of home
You must forgive me

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 has never seen 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 remember
What it was like here

Greek wine is
Like the blood of the earth
Come on, pour yourself one
And when I get sad
It's because
I always dream of home
You must forgive me

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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