Lyrics
I don't know how much time went by.
Marie told me about her work and she never stopped smiling.
The murmuring and the shouting and talking crossed backwards and forwards.
The only oasis of silence was just next to me where the young man and the little old lady were gazing at each other.
One by one the Arabs were taken away.
Almost everyone stopped talking as soons as the first one went out.
The little old lady stepped up to the bars and, at the same moment, a warder beckoned to her son.
He said, Goodbye mother, and she put her hand through the bars to give him a long, slow litttle wave.
Mystery.
I was feeling rather ill and I would have liked to leave.
I found the noise quite painful.
But on the other hand, I wanted to make the most of Marie having there.
I don't know how much time went by.
Marie told me about her work and she never stopped smiling.
The murmuring and the shouting and talking crossed backwards and forwards.
The only oasis of silence was just next to me where the young man and the little old lady were gazing at each other.
One by one the Arabs were taken away.
Almost everyone stopped talking as soons as the first one went out.
The little old lady stepped up to the bars and, at the same moment, a warder beckoned to her son.
He said, Goodbye mother, and she put her hand through the bars to give him a long, slow litttle wave.
Mystery.
I was feeling rather ill and I would have liked to leave.
I found the noise quite painful.
But on the other hand, I wanted to make the most of Marie having there.
I don't know how much time went by.
Marie told me about her work and she never stopped smiling.
The murmuring and the shouting and talking crossed backwards and forwards.
The only oasis of silence was just next to me where the young man and the little old lady were gazing at each other.
One by one the Arabs were taken away.
Almost everyone stopped talking as soons as the first one went out.
The little old lady stepped up to the bars and, at the same moment, a warder beckoned to her son.
He said, Goodbye mother, and she put her hand through the bars to give him a long, slow litttle wave.
Mystery.
(From the Stranger-Albert Camus)
