Lisa

Rain pours down on the small cottage in the forest
Wind rattles the windows
Three rooms, a kitchen and a garden with potatoes and carrots
In the morning Lisa awakens in a scent of yesterday’s meal
Does anybody wonder how does Lisa feel
Why is Lisa so alone, I don’t know
Why is Lisa so alone, I don’t know
Why is Lisa so alone, I don’t know
Why is Lisa so alone
The steam of the bread rises up from the small chimney
Lisa has pale thin skin, black hair,
A brown, knee-length dress cover her tired and meek body
The worm fingers are black from the oven
and the palms are witheres by the garden.
Does anybody wonder how does Lisa feel
Why is Lisa so alone, I don’t know
Why is Lisa so alone, I don’t know
Why is Lisa so alone, I don’t know
Why is Lisa so alone
Lisa cooks, cleans, potters, around, sleeps and cries.
Nobody knows she exists, only the wind enters her house.
Lisa is alone, must thst be or where does belong is Lisa’s world?
Why is Lisa so alone, I don’t know
Why is Lisa so alone, I don’t know
Why is Lisa so alone, I don’t know
Why is Lisa so alone, I don’t know
Why is Lisa so alone, I don’t know
Why is Lisa so alone, I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know