Die kleine Kneipe [English translation]

Night falls upon the roofs of the suburbs

The kids playing in the yard have to go home

The grocer's wife's sweeping the sidewalk in front of the store

As her husband carries packages of fruit inside

The day has gone, people are tired

But many of them aren't going home right away

For music from an open door over there

Echos along the sidewalk

[Chorus:]

The small pub down the road

Where life is still worth living

In the small pub down the road

Nobody cares how much you own or who you are

There's postcards on the wall in the corner

A photo of the soccer team, the babble of voices

Music from the jukebox

All a part of feeling at home

You put a coin in the slot machine

Watch folks playing cards

As you stand by the bar with a beer in your hand

On a first name basis with everyone right away

(Chorus)

Discussions become more agitated, everyone's open about

Whatever is bothering them

Over a beer and a corn schnapps they find the solution

To all the troubles of the world

If you're hungry, you order a sausage with kraut

For that's the only meal that they offer

Your coaster is the only bill that you need

And the owner allows anyone put it on their tab

(Chorus)

• Artist:Peter Alexander
• Album:Schlager-Rendezvous mit Peter Alexander (1976)