Once upon a time in 1941
There was a man who was enchanted by a girl dressed in black.
Every thursday night he went to see her singing, she was applauded.
She was the precious jewel of the "Moonlighting bar".
What's your name? He asked her one day.
I can't say it, I'm just allowed to play
And he, he, he could never express
All the things he felt when he listened to her.
She sings in his mind a slow lullaby
Black dressed woman
The night is made of velvet like her voice
Soft and slippery like oil
Decadent whisper in the night that's fallen from a shooting star
This was the girl dressed in black
One day it was raining a lot out in the street.
The man was a little late, she probably was about to sing
He, he, he, he was in a hurry
But when he arrived no one was waiting on the stage
He never believed that she simply disappeared
Black dressed woman
The night is made of velvet like her voice
Soft and slippery like oil
Decadent whisper in the night that's fallen from a shooting start...
This was the girl dressed in black
If you go to this place you'll see an old man
Who's always sat in a chair with a bottle in his hand
You'll think he seems a beggar, but he's waiting i the bar
For a woman dressed in black that never came back.
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