Hans

Er ist Hans, holds a coffee in his hands
Wears brown shoes, glasses, black tie with dots, that are white
He always seats in the same arm chair of the same cafe
I met him one day, and I said

We are two strangers in a cafe
What a funny coincidence
I didn't know you, you didnt' know me
But that will never be the same

Hans is old, seventy-nine years old
He still loves the wife he lost thirteen years ago
There's a brown case right next to his feet
Contains a violin he says: I play since I was a kid
Oh, just like me

We are two strangers in a cafe
What a funny coincidence
I didn't know you, you didnt' know me
But that will never be the same
Why don't you tell me your story?
You could be one of my songs
Outside it's cold and I've got time
My coffee will be warm a while

Young and proud solos played in the philarmonic
Round the world but now he's old he just plays in the streets
"Oh I miss those days but they replaced old men
With young boys they do not know
The older the violin better the sound"
I wrote that down

We are two strangers in a cafe
What a funny coincidence
I didn't know you, you didnt' know me
But that will never be the same
Why don't you tell me your story?
You could be one of my songs
Outside it's cold and I've got time
My coffee will be warm a while

And I don't know cannot say how
But when I say goodbye to Hans
I had his violin in my hands
Hans' violin in my hands
Felt like Christmas, though was not
But still a present of God

We are two strangers in a cafe
I'm so happy we have met
I didn't know you, you didnt' know me
But that will never be the same
Cuz every time that I play, I will remember your name
Every time that I play I will remember your face
Every time that I play I will remember
This funny coincidence in this
Cafe where Hans holds a coffee in his hands
Hans