La Clocharde Lyrics

One day in the morning, long ago She lived with her heart of glass The sledgehammers of the lies of life Were hanging above her bed One day in the morning, it was spring She woke up and didn?t know What day, what year, what life it was That she had lived her whole life long She packed up her clothes, she packed up her heart She packed up the whole stupid life, she packed up her head Then she went out of the house She didn?t know where to go Then she went down the streets Of the sleepy town In her hand her case She says that she loves her life And the dry spots under bridges And perhaps one day will come a man Whose life will be in need to be saved She says that she loves her life And the dry spots under bridges A bottle of rum, it doesn?t have to be one of the dearest A buddy to have someone to talk with Cause she gladly talks about her story of the time She was the baroness and the mistress Of all of the rich