Invitation to the Blues (ελεύθερη απόδοση του Χάλια)

Look at her how she's serving, she's whiter than her apron
how she's holding up the tray aligned with her pride
a blossom among bleeders and a Goddess among mortals
look, it's just an invitation to the blues

And you feel just like Cagney, she looks like Rita Hayworth
through the smoke of the underground life
wonder if she feels lonesome, if she feels nervy or irate
will she gives you any signals? Try and pick up a clue

And she asks "What you're drinking?" and it sounds like a poem
you answer "I don't know, whatever" it will be a shame
if somebody else win her, 'cause you first felt moving
the corals of her seafloor,
but perhaps all this
ain't nothing but an invitation to the blues

But she has a special way, to empty your ashtray
laughing with a silly joke, you wouldn't dare to tell
and you want to leave the place, but you' re so wasted and in your house is still
this open sea wreckage of your life lost
A sea of bottles and books and smoke and open invitations to the blues

But even she'd have been hurt, maybe some guy's in the picture,
of them who built muscles, who slums in gas stations
who wanted her to be more phony and more blonde and more naked
and certainly he didn't ever told her "I love you"
Overtime he would just found someone else in some other neighbourhood
And left her with an invitation to the blues

Tonight leaves a train to a place nice and foreign, but for the very first time,
you wanna stay, you feel that everything is happening right here
Jesus Christ is about to be born in one month, and everything you wish, just dare
always everything is gonna be dark, however hiding a secret fire
And tomorrow you'll be here again ah,
but at last you will say it that only for her
You will accept an invitation to the blues


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