Casa de Irene

The gray days are the long silent streets
Of a deserted country with no sky

At Irene's house, there is singing, there is laughter
People come and go
At Irene's house, bottles of wine
At Irene's house, tonight we go

Days without tomorrow and the desire for you
Only those days that seem made of stone
Nothing but a wall
Built from bottle shards

At Irene's house, there is singing, there is laughter
People come and go
At Irene's house, bottles of wine
At Irene's house, tonight we go

And then, there you are at Irene's house
And when you see me, you run to me
You look into my eyes, you take my hand
And silently you take me with you

At Irene's house, there is singing, there is laughter
People come and go
At Irene's house, bottles of wine
At Irene's house, tonight we go

Days without tomorrow and the desire for you
In the gray days, I know where to find you
The gray days lead me to you
To Irene's house, to Irene's house

At Irene's house, there is singing, there is laughter
People come and go
At Irene's house, bottles of wine
At Irene's house, tonight we go