Lyrics Three Star Hotel - The little lady

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