An old gramophone is in front of me
All the music inside it
Still lives, still lives, still lives
The good old records are
In a line on the shelf, forgotten
Brush the dust from them and you'll see:
These old sounds
They swirl all around
They can be the newest and best again
It takes us from The Rolling Stones
To Depeche Mode
Just the two of us and music
(chorus)
The night is waiting ahead
And the music, which still shines
In the old gramophone,
Sings along
In the music, the groove is hot
And like a klutz who keeps
Scratching the record needle
Now the whole night*
Would it be better still to go with
Old gold and classic
Which still lives, still lives, still lives
A little crackling on the vinyl
Takes us way back
Like life in the 80s
These old sounds
They swirl all around
They can be the newest and best again
It takes us from The Rolling Stones
To Depeche Mode
Just the two of us and music
(chorus)