Dead end of the gutter,
In the alley of the sailors
Where no light enters
There is a small ugly restaurant.
The sad and pale figure,
A servant with blue eyes
Dreams of the most beautiful stops
And the wonderful skies.
Each boat whistle
She says, "Your wait is in vain."
But, in a corner, a phonograph
Sings its old catchphrase.
"As long as there is life, there is hope.
Your desires, your dreams
Will be granted one evening.
Before your life ends,
Happiness will come to see you.
It must be waited for without a break.
Hunt black butterflies.
As long as there is life, there is hope."
He was handsome like an angel
With blond hair like honey.
His stare was strange,
More blue than sky blue.
He called the servant
And he told her, "I was looking for you."
She responded, shaking:
"I have waited a long time."
He took her into his arms,
"When I will be captain..."
And the old record, quietly
Sings its old catchphrase.
"As long as there is life, there is hope.
Your desires, your dreams
Will be granted one evening.
Before your life ends,
Happiness will come to see you.
It must be waited for without a break.
Hunt black butterflies.
As long as there is life, there is hope."
Dead end of the gutter,
In the alley of the sailors
Where no light enters
There is a small ugly restaurant.
She waits, proud and haughty,
She waits, since twenty years,
She waits for her captain,
And her stare is confident.
Each boat whistle
She says, "Your wait is in vain."
But she listens to the phonograph
Scratching its old catchphrase.
"As long as there is life, there is ho...
There is ho...
There is ho...
Your desires, your dreams
Will be granted one evening.
Before your life ends,
Happiness will come to see you.
It must be waited for without a break.
Hunt black butterflies.
As long as there is life, there is ho...
As long as there is life, there is ho...
As long as there is life, there is ho..."