Vino Griego
José Vélez
Greek Wine
It was already late on the cold night of the big city
I was heading home when suddenly I saw light in a bar
I didn't hesitate, it was cold in between
It seemed as if suddenly it was another country
Those people, that music, new to me
An old man approached me and spoke to me like this
Come toast, with Greek wine from my homeland
The red wine that will make me remember
A white town I left behind the sea
Come toast, with Greek wine and I will sing to you
Old songs that make us dream
About the moment of returning home
They told me about the day they had to leave
How parents, brothers, and girlfriends were left there
And there remained the heart of all of them
Perhaps one day fortune will smile upon them
And soon no one will remember they were there
And they will return to the white town, to home
Come toast, with Greek wine from my homeland
The red wine that will make me remember
A white town I left behind the sea
Come toast, with Greek wine and I will sing to you
Old songs that make us dream
About the moment of returning home
Come toast, with Greek wine from my homeland
The red wine that will make me remember
A white town I left behind the sea
Come toast, with Greek wine and I will sing to you
Old songs that make us dream
About the moment of returning home
