La Clocharde Songtext

von Femme Fatale

One day in the morning, long ago
She lived with her heart of glass
The sledgehammers of the lies of life
Were hanging above her bed

One day in the morning, it was spring
She woke up and didn't know
What day, what year, what life it was
That she had lived her whole life long

She packed up her clothes, she packed up her heart
She packed up the whole stupid life, she packed up her head

Then she went out of the house
She didn't know where to go
Then she went down the streets
Of the sleepy town
In her hand her case

She says that she loves her life
And the dry spots under bridges
And perhaps one day will come a man
Whose life will be in need to be saved
She says that she loves her life
And the dry spots under bridges

A bottle of rum, it doesn't have to be one of the dearest
A buddy to have someone to talk with

Cause she gladly talks about her story of the time
She was the baroness and the mistress
Of all of the rich