It was already dark when I walked home through suburban streets
There was a tavern from which the light still shone onto the sidewalk
I had time and I was cold, so I stepped in

There sat men with brown eyes and black hair
And from the jukebox played 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, pour yourself some
And if I then become sad, it's because
I always dream of home, you must forgive

Greek wine and the old familiar songs
Pour another glass
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 saying to themselves, someday we'll go back
And the savings will be enough at home for a little happiness
And soon no one will think about how it was here

Greek wine is like the blood of the earth
Come, pour yourself some
And if I then become sad, it's because
I always dream of home, you must forgive

Greek wine and the old familiar songs
Pour another glass
Because I feel the longing again, in this city
I will always be a stranger and alone

La la la la la
la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la
la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la
la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la

Greek wine and the old familiar songs
Pour another glass
Because I feel the longing again, in this city
I will always be a stranger and alone

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