Hey everyone! What are you up to?
What is up with all these shouts of joy?
But tell me, grandpa, what are you doing here
dancing in the streets like Zorba the Greek?
It seems to be raining here—look—
the good Lord toasts us with champagne.
Whose party is this? This is the springtime of what?
Really don't know—but here we we go.
Play the bouzouki, play the bouzouki,
as if the winter was in full swing.
Play the bouzouki, play the bouzouki,
for me.
Play the bouzouki, play the bouzouki—
this is the party if you want it.
Play the bouzouki, play the bouzouki,
for me.
We're seeing it everywhere—
people who had never danced before.
There are women dressed in black and in colorful clothes—
there are children laughing and old people crying.
Tambourine, guitar, and marimba—
morning will never be the same.
Whose party is this? This is the springtime of what?
Really don't know—but here we we go.
Play the bouzouki, play the bouzouki,
as if the winter was in full swing.
Play the bouzouki, play the bouzouki,
for me.
Play the bouzouki, play the bouzouki—
this is the party if you want it.
Play the bouzouki, play the bouzouki,
for me.
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Play the bouzouki, play the bouzouki,
as if the winter was in full swing.
Play the bouzouki, play the bouzouki,
for me.
Play the bouzouki, play the bouzouki—
this is the party if you want it.
Play the bouzouki, play the bouzouki,
for me.