It was already dark
As I walked home through suburban streets
There was a tavern
From which the light was still shining on the sidewalk
I had time and myself It was cold, so I went in
There were men sitting there with brown
eyes and black hair
And music was playing from the jukebox
It was strange and sweet It was sad
When people saw me
Someone stood up and invited me
Greek wine is
Just like the blood of the earth
Come, pour yourself a drink
/>And then when I get sad
Is it because
Because I always dream about home
You have to forgive
Greek wine
And the old familiar songs
Pour a glass again, because I feel
The longing again
In this city I will always be
Just a stranger and alone
And then they told me
Of green hills, sea and wind
Of old houses
And young women who are alone
And about the child
Who has never seen his father
They kept saying to each other
At some point it will go back
And the savings are enough
/>Home for a little happiness
And soon no one will think about it anymore
What it was like here
Greek wine is
Just like the blood of the earth
Come on, pour yourself a drink
And if I get sad
Is that why
Because I always dream about home
You have to forgive

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