Greek Wine

It was late on the cold big city,
I came back home when suddenly
I saw light in a bar,
I didnt doubt it, it was cold, I step into it.
It suddenly seemed to be in another country,
that people, that music, new for me,
an old man approached me and talked me in this way:

Come on for toasting
with Greek wine from my natal land,
the red wine that will make to remember
a white village that I left beyond of the sea.
Come on for toasting
with Greek wine and I am going to sing you
old songs that make us dreaming
with the time of returning home.

They told me about the day that they had to depart,
about how parents, siblings and girlfriends stayed there,
and from everyone of them the heart remained.
May be, one day the lucky will smile them,
very soon no one will remember that he was here
and he will return to his white village, to home.
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