Lisa - Seven

Written by：Philipp Schweidler/Flo Götze/Jan Dettwyler

Rain pours down on the small cottage in the forest

And wind rattles the windows

Three rooms

A kitchen and a garden with potatoes and carrots

In the morning Lisa awakens in a scent

Of yesterday's meal

Does anybody wonder

How does Lisa feel

Why is Lisa so alone

I don't know

Why is Lisa so alone

And I don't know

Why is Lisa so alone

I don't know

Why is Lisa so alone

Steam of bread rises up from the small chimney

Lisa has pale thin skin black hair

A brown knee length dress covers

Her tired and meek body

The worm fingers are black from the oven

And palms are witheres by the garden

Does anybody wonder

How does Lisa feel

Why is Lisa so alone

I don't know

Why is Lisa so alone

And I don't know

Why is Lisa so alone

I don't know

Why is Lisa so alone

Our lisa cooks cleans potters around sleeps and cries

Nobody knows she exists

Only the wind enters her house

Lisa is alone

Must that be or where does one belong in Lisa's world

In Lisa's world

Why is Lisa so alone

I don't know

Why is Lisa so alone

I don't know

Why is Lisa so alone

I don't know

Why is Lisa so alone

I don't know

No I don't know

No I don't know

I don't know