Duncan Dhu
Miscellaneous
The Blue House
What do you prefer, you can choose
The legend or just a woman
They will laugh if they see you there
And they will talk about you for a long time.
They are stories from the street
That are told and known.
The legend of the southern extension
Now he lives in the blue house.
Without looking she goes out from behind
To shop like the others.
They are stories from a street
Of gatherings and bars.
The wrinkles on her dry skin
They no longer even remember who it was
Love was their profession
And honor was their curse.
The blue house, the blue house
Still He is still standing looking back
His large portal with little light
No one is invited to enter anymore
There is no one left in the city
To see his room
There is no one who wants to enter
There another night.

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