There is only my voice on the radio,
it's so quiet in your world.
I play some records and I chat with you
when nobody wants to talk to you
You sit at home - where would you go?
Nobody is waiting for you somewhere
And nobody will come to see you
But just tune in, and then you'll hear me.
I play a song for all who are lonesome
You too will feel that you are loved.
Tomorrow already you can be
where the sun shines
because there's a place for you there.
To the little ones in the big citty I say:
"Your elders are waiting, come back!."
And I present a few musical dreams
to an ill person who cannot sleep.
I play a song for all the lonesome ones...
Lorry drivers in the streets
and you there quite alone at the counter
You at foreign parts and you on the hhigh seas
let me be with you some little time
I play a song for all the lonesome ones...