This is the city to walk around in the rain br Staring at the barges in the harbor br And to hum songs through the night. br The city has countless streets br Bustling with people running around... br The waitress who brings me my tea every evening br And whom I like a lot although she's a White Russian br Is in this city. br br The old pianist who turns around br To look at me br When he sneaks in pieces by Schumann and Brahms br While playing waltzes and foxtrot br Is also in this city. br br The ferry boats that caryy passengers br To the village where I was born are in this city. br So are my memories, br All those I love, br And the graves of my loved ones. br br This is the city where I have a job, br Where I earn my bread money. br And yet, in spite of all this, br This is the same city I'm leaving br Because of a woman br In another city.