Could you only just see me
here in the port of Piraeus in old blue jeans
holding a glass of red wine in my hand.
It's just three days ago since our fight
when I took a plane here to Athens.
I want to prove that I can get on without you.
Alone in Greece – on the way to who knows where,
I'm living now just as I feel and don't think back.
In Greece alone – lost between Sun,
Wind and Sea,
and only very rarely do I long for you
for a second.
I am a stranger here and yet among people
who say to me: Come make yourself at home.
Could be that I forget
what I'm really missing.
I dream of being free,
but feel without you it will always remain a dream,
because the sun only warms the skin – but my heart,
that is freezing.
Alone in Greece – on the way to who knows where,
I'm living now just as I feel and don't think back.
In Greece alone – lost between Sun,
Wind and Sea,
and only very rarely do I long for you
for a second.
In Greece alone – lost between Sun
Wind and Sea,
but sometime I will miss you too much and will come back to you.