There were songs, songs
Men would come to drink and dream
In the house on the harbor
Where the girls laughed loudly
Where the wine made them sing, sing, sing
The fishermen will tell you
They came there casually
Before going to pull their nets
They came to warm up near us
In the house on the harbor

The shutters have opened and since then
The girls' laughter has flown away
Under a neon tube
A bespectacled official
Is lost in his papers, old papers
Where are the flowered curtains
And the colored lamps
Maria's hair, her bare arms
It seems like everything is dead and well dead
In the house on the harbor

Yet I came back one night
I thought they were singing there as before
But the couples who were dancing were
Nothing now
But shadows of the past, of the past
In vain I searched for that
Girl that I was
Who also knew how to sing and love
I tell you that everything is dead and well dead
In the house on the harbor

It's not my twenties that I'm crying over
Often with the girls I cried
But they could have let
Our songs sleep in peace
Our songs and our loves, our loves
I told Maria and the girls from there
Let's drink to forget a little marc
Since our heart is dead and well dead
In the house on the harbor
Since our heart is dead and well dead
In the house on the harbor

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