In a small cafÃÆ'©

On a crowded night

In a spot of light

Stands the singer,

Then band begins

And the beat is strong

And the room belongs

To the singer,

All the people turn to hear

The sad refrain

And catch the cry of pain

That's in her song

But in her haunted face

And in her searching eyes

There's sign that something's wrong



Now the eager crowd

Hangs on every word

But the sounds are slurred by the singer

Till the people feel every aching part

Of the broke heart of the singer

Still the song goes on

About a love she knew

That seemed so sure and true

But turned out wrong

And from the tears she shows

Nobody really knows

Is she the singer or the song?

Is she the singer or the song?



As the sad song ends

She hits the final note

It catches in her throat

But comes out strong

And as she bows and goes

Nobody really knows

Was she the singer or the song?

Was she the singer or the song?



lalada lalada etc