Ostende Hotel

She lets her hair down
And she is seen reigning
There in the sea
Like in the bar
From the old Hotel Ostende

Lover boy, fleeting love
Tourist, in the air
From the Ostende Hotel
What took away from me
Her soft and beautiful skin

I haven't seen much
From his world
Nor what he is capable of
To do, with whom
She abandons and leaves aside

Still, I'm happy
Dancing with the foreigners
At the bar looking good
For fine tips

From her I learned not to take risks
My luck for a dream
And I know he cared a lot about me
When I thought I was his owner

Sometimes I don't feel who I am
It doesn't have to be happening
Right now I want to be here, with her
And I know it's jealousy

She lets her hair down
And she is seen reigning
There in the sea
Like in the bar
From the old Hotel Ostende