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