The city lights of Munich Are shining like a guiding star They follow the echoes Down the alleys Through the heart of memories I’m busking in Munich Munich In Munich, Germany I’m busking in Munich Dreamers and seekers with stories And I’m busking in Munich My companion is a memory Of days long gone But I’ve reason to believe We all will be received In Munich They come back to hear me play As if they didn’t know As if they didn’t know my songs As if they’d never noticed The way I strum my guitar And they say, playing music Is like a window to your soul Everybody sees your passion Everybody feels the rhythm In Munich I’m busking in Munich Munich, Germany I’m busking in Munich Dreamers and seekers with stories And I’m busking in Munich And my companions Are ghosts and empty spaces Glossy eyes that hug the distance But I’ve reason to believe We all will be received In Munich There is a boy in Munich Who calls himself an easy guy And sometimes when you’re falling, flying Or tumbling in turmoil just say Whoa, so this is what he means He loves to busk in Munich And you can see his passion Is like a window to his heart You perceive his spirit slip away All sense the wind’s caress In Munich, in Munich No more busking in Munich For reasons I cannot explain There’s some part of me that wants to stay And I may be obliged to defend, But every love will find it`s end And there’s no obligations now Maybe I’ve lost the reason to believe We all will be received In Munich Whoa, in Munich, in Munich In Munich, Germany No more busking in Munich, in Munich, for me.
