In the middle of our lives I lost the right way, led
myself astray in a big city
No place that I could call my own, I longed for
peace and rest, there was confusion in me
Then I saw a pension in Rue du Temple, called
the House of Thoughts
I`m different from you
You`re different to me
So we have something in commmon
We should be equal
The woman in the reception welcomed me with a
smile, she said: It`s nice to see you here as our
guest
We offer rest for your your body, offer peace for your
soul then it`s up to you to make them come
together at their best
Your room has no number, when you`d like your
key just repeat these words:
I`m different from you
You`re different to me
So we have something in commmon
We should be equal
And so the House of Thoughts
Closed it`s noble doors behind me
And here I`ll spend some time, some days
With oxygen and breathing-space
I`m different from you
You`re different to me
So we have something in commmon
We should be equal