Spuren Einer Nacht
Claudia Jung
Traces of a Night
The night is almost over
The host sets up the chairs
Already up and she wanted to go
Then two eyes asked
Are you also so alone
And in order not to spend lonely hours again
Standing in front of four empty walls
She simply said
Come, I invite you
She did not regret it, he was tender and much remained
But what remained was also this feeling the morning after
Traces of a night
You accompany us
Traces of a night
When the day awakens
Dirty glasses and half-empty bottles
The ashtrays are full to the brim, coffee on the tablecloth
Cold smoke floats in the room
The Sun paints pictures on dusty windows
In the first light of dawn, she opens her eyes
And hardly believe it
But it was beautiful, he was tender and much remained
But what remained was also this feeling the morning after
Traces of a night
You accompany us
Traces of a night
When the day awakens
She was still sleeping when he left
His train left at six in the morning
A message on the table
Thank you for your time
She read the words and felt sadness
Traces of a night
You accompany us
Traces of a night
When the day awakens
Traces of a night
You accompany us
Traces of a night
