Lisa (1970 - 1996)

Needs someone to play with,
someone who wants to listen
The night runs over the night
and doesn't think, doesn't want to think

Lived in the shadow of happy hours
and now is wounded by the plague
It's springtime in Hell,
the Devil carries, the hours, the days

A step back in time,
the tomb of laments

Crying every day, suffering every day
Crying every day, suffering every day

(Intro / Solo)

The others don't have her name,
nor her voice, nor her gaze
She's such a strange woman
who combs her hair with the wind every dawn

The night is made with crow wings
The rain is slipping, friend
Looking at the sea coming from afar
I hear the drink fall into the glass

One single day of life
is worth more than a year of good memories

Crying every day, suffering every day
Crying every day, suffering every day

(Solo)

There are tears on her pillow
every morning of every day
The radio is heard all night long,
an empty bottle sleeps by her side

It's useless to run away from the place,
you can't escape from the hour
She left but is seen passing by
through the fog, with her sorrows, alone

She broke the years of her life
like a failed lottery ticket

Crying every day, suffering every day
Crying every day, suffering every day

(Solo)

Crying every day, dying every day
Crying every day, suffering every day

You are born on forgotten days
You die in the hour of joy
You come out of one dream, enter another
And all you see... is a lie

And God created sadness
on a very cold Winter night
Sometimes life is just an hour
The grass of melancholy grows

Crying every day, dying every day
Crying every day, suffering every day

(Solo)

Who hasn't seen a path at dawn
doesn't know what lost hope is

Crying every day, dying every day
Crying every day, suffering every day

(Solo)