Low lights in this small bar

The old jukebox still breathes slowly

I am the woman who sings between tables

I ask for coins, they gift me smiles

The needle trembles, the wood vibrates

Your shadow dances upon the wall

Each song unleashes another memory

Old jukebox, tell me his story

Spin the vinyl, erase my defeat

Inside your notes I feel again

That I still know how to survive

Your recorded voice lives in your records

When I hear you, I don't feel alone

In every track I find you again

Old jukebox, tell me his story

Spin the vinyl, erase my defeat

Inside your notes I feel again

That I still know how to survive

I turn off the dream, the bar closes

The final note rests in peace