We toast all those promises
that more than once have ended up
under the moon on the rooftop
Sunday lunch on a Tuesday
A bedspread in a frozen winter
How vermouth is made by the sea
You're everything that you dream about
White wine on the table or dinner on the street
The smell of the freshly made bread which traps you
How to make love with the fear of waking up
You're everything that you dream about
We toast all those promises
that more than once have ended up
under the moon on the rooftop
The joy which fills your life
The joy of seeing tomorrow
The joy of nonsense
The joy of keeping on going
Eh! The joy of seeing tomorrow
Eh! The joy of keeping on going