LHotel
LHotel
By michael stipe · Writer: Michael Stipe
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Translation by Alejandra Mida
Original lyrics
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
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
Translation
En el número cincuenta y seis, siete, ocho, nueve, no importa
Si un secreto bien conocido a usted, si llamas a la puerta
Primera vez, luego tres más golpes, estás dejas entrar
A solas, a veces incluso no es el único
Una criada sin decir una palabra camina delante de ti
Con escalera en esta sala maneras, vamos tras otro
Decorado con estilo barroco bronces, ángeles de oro
Afrodita y mazas silenciosos
Si no está ya ocupado, decir que quiere que el cuarenta y cuatro
Es la habitación que aquí llaman Cleopatra
Y las columnas de su cama haciendo guardia estilo rococó
Estatuas con antorchas mirada benin
Y entre estos esclavos desnudos tallados en ébano
¿Quiénes serán los mudos testigos de esta escena
Mientras que por encima de un espejo nos refleja
Poco a poco me olvido de mi melodía
Melodía
Melodía
Melodía
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