A casa d'Irene [English translation]

The grey days are the long silent roads

Of a deserted country and without heaven

Chorus:

At Irene’s house they’re singing, they’re laughing

There are people coming, there are people going

At Irene’s house, bottles of wine

To Irene’s house they’re going tonight

Days without tomorrow and the desire for you

Only these days which seem to be made of stone

Nothing else than a wall

Overtopped by shards of bottles

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And then there are you at Irene’s house

And when you see me you run to me

You look into my eyes, you take my hand

And silently you take me with you

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Days without tomorrow and the desire for you

On these grey days I know where to find you

The grey days take me to you

To Irene’s house, to Irene’s house

(Chorus)