In some town,
in some room,
where you buy love
on time and conditions,
where the names are not important,
only Lord Money matters.
In some town,
in some room...
It was such a time,
such an age
of wanting to know a bit more
of wanting to calm my storms,
to start loving.
And then she left leaving behind
the taste of bitterness, of solitude.
She was unable to calm my storms,
she was unable to love me.
And this is how I saw you, Lord Nobody,
buying shares of love,
shares, to change them later
for the words “Goodbye!”.
And you told her some story,
to explain that you were right.
In some town,
in some room...
The time of a love that
doesn’t give anything for free,
only in change for...
and then goes away.
The time of one night
and of one time,
a time, nothing more.
In some town,
in some room,
I have experienced some night,
some story of a love.
Because we are all ordinary ones,
don’t tell me that’s not true.
In some town,
in some room...