Griechischer Wein English translation
von Udo Jürgens

It was already dark, when I walked home through sub-urban streets
There was an inn
Out of which the light still shone onto the sidewalk
I had time and I was cold
So I stepped inside

There sat men with brown eyes
And with black hair
And from the jukebox came music
That was strange and southern
When i was spotted
One man stood up and invited me in

Greek wine is like the blood of the earth
Come, pour yourself a glass
And then when I get sad
It's because I always dream of home
You have to forgive me


Greek wine and the old, familiar songs
Pour another glass
Because I feel that longing again
In this city i'll only ever be a stranger
And alone

And then they talked of green hills, the sea and wind
Of old houses and young women who are alone
And of the child that has never seen its father
They told themselves again and again: "someday we'll go back
And the savings will be enough for a small fortune at home
And soon nobody will think of how it was here anymore"

Greek wine is like the blood of the earth
Come, pour yourself a glass
And then when I get sad
It's because I always dream of home
You have to forgive me

Greek wine and the old, familiar songs
Pour another glass
Because I feel that longing again
In this city i'll only ever be a stranger
And alone