She picked grass and started to play The little lady from the suburbs That can read people's palms That's where cats are hungry in the morning After the night full of vice She caresses them and gives them food
She wanders at night and sleeps in daytime And her eyes see more than ours I ran out of words, I just stood there I would only die with this one
I would die with her in a single day And if that is not enough for you If there were a hundred women there, I'd ask her to dance even though I don't dance
Her den is there by the railway She collects coins from fountains And puts them on the tracks She's building a temple, a tin bridge The first guest is coming over So at least his legs won't hurt
She's gone through hell and knows magic She counts the money she's received Whoever sees her is damned I would only die with this one
I would die with her in a single day And if that is not enough for you If there were a hundred women there, I'd ask her to dance even though I don't dance
I'll remember the moment when she played, it sounded like Paganini and then I knew I was damned I asked, "How much?" - with the feeling of guilt
I would die with her in a single day And if that is not enough for you If there were a hundred women there, I'd ask her to dance even though I don't dance...