At that table he always sat
And always told me what it is to live better
At that table he told stories
That today in my memory I keep and know by heart
At that table he gathered people
And happily told what he did in the morning
And in his eyes there was so much brightness
That more than his son
I became his fan

I didn't know it hurt so much
A table in a corner, a house and a garden
If I knew how much life hurts
This pain so painful wouldn't hurt like this
Now there's a table left in the room
And today no one talks about his mandolin anymore

At that table he's missing
And I miss him, it's hurting me
At that table he's missing
And I miss him, it's hurting me

Now there's a table left in the room
And today no one talks about his mandolin anymore

At that table he's missing
And I miss him, it's hurting me
At that table he's missing
And I miss him, it's hurting me

I didn't know it hurt so much
A table in a corner, a house and a garden
If I knew how much life hurts
This pain so painful wouldn't hurt like this
Now there's a table left in the room
And today no one talks about his mandolin anymore

At that table he's missing
And I miss him, it's hurting me
At that table he's missing
And I miss him, it's hurting me

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