L'Hôtel

At number fifty-six, seven, eight, nine, it doesn't matter If a well known secrets to you, if you knock on the door First once, then three more knocks, you're let inside Alone, sometimes even not alone A maid without saying a word walks in front of you With stairs in this hall ways, come on after another Decorated with baroque bronzes, golden angels Aphrodites and silent maces If it's not already occupied, say that you want the forty-four It's the room that here they call Cleopatras And columns of its bed standing watch rococo style Statues holding torches gaze benin And between these slaves naked carved in ebony Who will be the silent witnesses of this scene While above a mirror reflects us Slowly I miss my melody Melody Melody Melody