An old story that was heard many times
The words of my father are coming1softer
He looks at me with the warmth of an oven
The coffee is slowly getting cold
I don't get dizzy in the lights anymore
My glass is half full
It's not alcohol what makes me drunk
I should have as much, as I'm having now
I live in the shadow of yesterday
Even though the sun is shining on me today
Now, I'm telling a story to my daughter
Will she understand it one day?
I don't get dizzy in the lights anymore
My glass is half full
It's not alcohol what makes me drunk
I should have as much, as I'm having now
The dawn rests a bit on her eyes
Even black can be bright
The tune begins to simmer on her lips
Her life is a run-down club
I don't get dizzy in the lights anymore
My glass is half full
It's not alcohol what makes me drunk
I should have as much, as I'm having now
I'm walking on the same dusty road
There are no cracks on my shoe anymore
I put roses around hearts with music
Because that's what a good gypsy musician does
I don't get dizzy in the lights anymore
My glass is half full
It's not alcohol what makes me drunk
I should have as much, as I'm having now
1. Literally "flying".