Griechischer Wein (Neue Version)

It was already dark as I walked home through suburban streets
There was a pub from which the light still shone onto the sidewalk
I had time and I was cold so I entered

There sat men with brown eyes and black hair
And from the jukebox came music that was foreign and southern
When someone saw me, someone stood up and invited me

Greek wine is like the blood of the earth
Come and pour yourself a
And when I get sad it is because
That I always dream of home you must forgive
Greek wine and the familiar songs
Pour another
Because I feel the longing again in this city
Will I always be a stranger and alone

And then they told me about green hills sea and wind
Of old houses and young women who are alone
And of the child who has never seen his father
They kept telling themselves that at some point it will go back
And the savings are enough for a little happiness at home
And soon no one will remember what it was like here

Greek wine is like the blood of the earth
Come and pour yourself a
And when I get sad it is because
That I always dream of home you must forgive
Greek wine and the familiar songs
Pour another
Because I feel the longing again in this city
Will I always be a stranger and alone