Words & Music |
by B. Blanke |
Additional lead vocals |
by Christina Bädeker, |
Background vocals |
by Christina Bädeker, Marlies Curth, Johanna Gerdts & Insa Scheller, |
Saxophone |
by Christine Kienert, |
Lead vocals & all other instruments |
by Lothlorien |
The old man from the first floor
The old man from the first floor is living there alone
The old man from the first floor is living on his own
Living in a world of passed days and memories
The world outside has forgotten him
He’s not even got TV
The old man from the first floor is thinking of his wife
How many years have passed since she died?
He’s missing her cheerfulness, missing her smile
And when she used to dance
There was such a sparkle in her eyes.
Sometimes when this loneliness is clasping his heart
And the day does not want to pass
Then he listens to one of the old records she liked so very much
And when he’s closing his eyes he can see her dance
The old man from the first floor is sitting in his little flat
The old man from the first floor is waiting for the cat
Waiting for this intimate scratching at the door
Since three days
The cat didn’t come home
The old man from the first floor is missing his wife
Missing to talk to her, missing her smile
No one to talk to, just the district nurse looking after him sometimes
But she’s always in haste
Furthermore she speaks to him like to a child
Sometimes when this emptiness is clasping his soul
And the silence is hurting him
Then he listens to the old songs she loved so very much
And then he closes his eyes and he can hear her sing
The old man from the first floor is missing his wife
Missing her gentleness, missing her smile
Only sometimes there was this sadness in her eyes
And he knew she was haunted again
By the shades of the past
She never told about her childhood and what happened to her that time
But there was that number tattooed in her arm
He never dared to ask
The old man from the first floor is living in his little flat
The old man from the first floor is waiting for the cat
Waiting for this intimate meow from outside
All he hears is the street noise
The sound of a life that has left him behind
Sometimes when the sadness is clasping his heart
And the days do not want to pass
Sometimes when it feels like just waiting for death
He wishes he never promised her to care for the cat