On the old streets
of the busiest quarter
Towards the South or to the North
One can very often hear
An accordion and a fiddle a bit off-key
They accompany an occasional singer
Who sings a song for a little nothing
It is a simple song for two pennies
That is sung on the streets of the suburbs
And deep inside the soul it brings back the memories
Of a sweet and carefree youth
It is a simple song for the heart
A few notes with the mere lyrics
But there is always someone who listens and is moved
Remembering times that won't come back
And you can see from a distance
A window opening very slowly
There is someone peeking out to listen
And sigh
It is a simple song for two pennies
That is sung on the streets of the suburbs
For those who wait, for those who love, for those who dream
It is the eternal sweet tale of love
It lives from one day to the next
Six hundred orchestras will play
Dressed up in mundanity
Anywhere it goes
But the simple song for two pennies
Will in the end go back to where it came from
On the streets, on a loving mouth
Who dreams of happiness and sings
Song for two pennies
Two pennies of happiness