Three Star Hotel - The Little Lady | Текст песни

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The little lady brings him food, presence and news
She drives home, watch the news
Something’s gone, something good

Through the window
The birds are singing
Life follows its way
Now it’s raining

Now he’s a child of 82
A newcomer for whom nothing is new
Don’t you forget me
It’s so hard
So hard to see

Through the window
The birds are singing
Life follows its way
Now it’s raining

The little lady is alone now
After several months of suffering
Now she suffers more alone
The box has been filled
The tears have been cried
What remains?
Memories, several souvenirs

Under april shower we all agree in sadness
Under april shower things ain’t gonna get better

At the end of the times i hope we’ll find each others
In some kind of peace in a peculiar paradise I would have made up

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