youtube/watch?v=Djh62Gmhp9s The man in a tailcoat In the night, while everyones asleep, a lone man walks in the streets. Its a man in a tailcoat. Midnight has come, all noises cease, even the sign of that last café is turned off. Roads are deserted, deserted and silent, one last carriage leaves squeaking. The river flows slowly swishing under the bridges, the moon shines in the sky, all the city is asleep, only a lone man in a tailcoat walks. He wears a top hat, two diamonds as cufflinks, a crystal walking cane, a gardenia at the buttonhole and a bow-tie on top of his white waistcoat, a blue silk bow-tie. He slowly comes closer with his elegant gait, and a dreamy expression, melancholy and absent-minded and no one knows where he is coming from or where he is going. Who could it be, that man in a tailcoat? Bonne nuit, bonne nuit, goodnight, he keeps telling everything, the lighted lamps, a cat in love that goes by wandering. Now dawn has finally come, lamps are turned off, and the whole city wakes up little by little, moon has got stuck, suprised, pale, it will disappear in the sky fading away. A window yawns on the silent river and in the white light a top hat, a flower and a tailcoat float away. Gently floating, cradled by the waves, he slowly flows down under bridges towards the sea, towards the sea he goes. Who could it be, who could it be, that man in a tailcoat? Adieu, adieu, farewell world, farewell to memories of the past, to a dream never dreamt, to an instant of love that will never come back. La la la la...
Posted on: Thu, 24 Oct 2013 18:44:04 +0000
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