At dawn he woke up /
The time zone deceived him /
Without thinking, he went to the elevator /
He didn't even flinch, he didn't turn around /
For the girl at the bar to look
The capital woke up /
He then went back to the hotel /
It was ten when he called /
He ordered coffee, read it standing up /
The old local newspaper
He's always alone /
He doesn't miss it /
He's always alone /
He doesn't separate himself from the shadow /
He's always alone...
In the taxi, the cold left /
The heat of the engine warming /
His face colorless, too dry /
Of a place, far away to remember
On the worn sand of the sea /
In the gray of his gaze, he remembered /
He was seventy-eight, free after all /
He felt himself, his own pleasure changed
He was already alone /
He didn't care /
He was already alone /
His path had been traced /
He was already alone
He's always alone /
He doesn't miss it /
He's always alone /
He doesn't separate himself from the shadow /
He's always alone...
On the worn sand of the sea /
In the gray of his gaze, he remembered /
He was seventy-eight, free at last /
He felt like his own pleasure
Without being formal /
And not sentimental /
Free at last
At dawn he woke up / The time zone deceived him / Without thinking, he went to the elevator / He didn't even flinch, he didn't turn around / For the girl at the bar to look
The capital woke up / He then went back to the hotel / It was ten when he called / He ordered coffee, read it standing up / The old local newspaper
He's always alone / He doesn't miss it / He's always alone / He doesn't separate himself from the shadow / He's always alone...
In the taxi, the cold left / The heat of the engine warming / His face colorless, too dry / Of a place, far away to remember
On the worn sand of the sea / In the gray of his gaze, he remembered / He was seventy-eight, free after all / He felt himself, his own pleasure changed
He was already alone / He didn't care / He was already alone / His path had been traced / He was already alone
He's always alone / He doesn't miss it / He's always alone / He doesn't separate himself from the shadow / He's always alone...
On the worn sand of the sea / In the gray of his gaze, he remembered / He was seventy-eight, free at last / He felt like his own pleasure
Without being formal / And not sentimental / Free at last
[Edit: punctuation]