Letra de Verdi cries

The man in 119 takes his tea alone.
Mornings we all rise to wireless verdi cries.
I´m hearing opera through the door.
The souls of men and women, impassioned all.
Their voices climb and fall; battle trumpets call.
I fill the bath and climb inside, singing.

He will not touch their pastry
But every day they bring him more.
Gold from the breakfast tray, I steal them all away
And then go and eat them on the shore.

I draw a jackal-headed woman in the sand,
Sing of a lover´s fate sealed by jealous hate
Then wash my hand in the sea.
With just three days more I´d have just about learned the entire score to aida.

Holidays must end as you know.
All is memory taken home with me:
The opera, the stolen tea, the sand drawing, the verging sea, all years ago.