Satie - Solo

Time to toll the evening bell

Erik maitre de chapelle

Solemn music fills the Paris sky

Listen, roses can be heard

Counterpoints and without words

A song that tells us you had laughing eyes

You bear losses and crosses, vexations

At home, alone, alone

It’s irony that brought me here

But you’re about to disappear behind your curtain of thorns divine

You spun a web, shut the door

Left the world behind once more

Surrounded by the relics of your time

Alone, alone

On your own 27 years alone

Hereupon a vagabond when you passed on, pass on

On your own 27 years alone

What have you done

You got blood from a stone

In your songs

Sounds of laughter of someone alone

All gone, come home