He left this morning, I didn't stop him
He left very easily, as if this was agreed upon
Me, I don't understand anything anymore
I'm not feeding myself
And as I don't feel well
From my window, I cry endlessly
Come on, come back home
I'll make you mushroom crêpes
Come on, come back tonight
I promise I'll do all your duties
He left yesterday morning, I decided that night
That while waiting for him, I could spend all my time there
Getting drunk
Being stubborn
Today like yesterday
From my window, I will cry endlessly
Come on, come back home
I'll make you mushroom crêpes
Come on, come back tonight
I promise I won't touch the dagger anymore
It's been six hundred and six mornings since he fled
Six hundred and six days that the neighbors
Yell from their windows that I have to shut up
They say that I'm crazy, that it's me that killed him
That my ideas fly away, that I forgot everything
Me, I know that's false, So that he'll come back
I'm singing high
Come on, come back home
I'll make you mushroom crêpes
Come on, come back tonight
I promise I won't touch the dagger anymore
Come on, come back home
I'll make you mushroom crêpes
Come on, come back tonight
I promise I won't touch the dagger anymore