My love sang
before the eyes of the rednecks
in a fake, "Paris bringing in mind" Cafe
between her fingers
was all night held a glass
half filled with five stars Cognac
Nobody knows
that she's only dreaming
of a red curtain
She's only dreaming
of singing behind that curtain
alone, with her musicians
At the end
she had to somehow smile,
like accepting their compliments
the hungry for young flesh,
old and drunk and horny rednecks' compliments,
buying her new five stars Cognac glasses
At the end
she slept alone
with a small galaxy in her
waiting for tomorrow and him
even if she was sure that he would never come...
