Look out of the window -
Maybe, you’ll recognize
My leaden steps,
Which keep you awake.
It’s a long, long winter
I am frozen to the bones;
Who is this pretty coat
Meant for, ma belle?
So much time has passed -
Almost half of my life is gone:
I’ve known women and wines
But it has never hurt so badly.
If I could meet you again,
What could I say to you?
The words would get stuck in the throat
And you would not believe me.
You are still
The sunny side of my street
You are still grand,
While others are just dust.