Two armchairs at the ground floor and a double door,
a blue carpet measures my steps on the stairs.
The receptionist keeps yawning as she gazes outside.
The corridor runs nowhere, hiding tiny worlds.
A couple passes by from time to time and I look at
the one happy day left for us here.
I don’t want to forget what I know about the two of us, ever.
The moments spent in the Avion Hotel won’t fade out tomorrow.
The Avion Hotel was more than a paradise,
tomorrow we’re moving on, I’m paying rent to time.
The Avion Hotel was a white paradise,
tomorrow we’re moving on, time is our master.
A room small as the palm of my hand.
Where are you going, my dear?
I might come aflame for a little while,
there’s so much I want to tell you, you’re the only one I’m with.
Promises of the Avion Hotel—promises that make you cold.
(×2)
The Avion Hotel was more than a paradise,
tomorrow we’re moving on, I’m paying rent to time.
The Avion Hotel was a white paradise,
tomorrow we’re moving on, time is our master.