I´I see him in the morning dressed up in black

, holding on a cigarrette, smoke floats all around him.

As he come across rises his hat.

Never takes a look at me but I know he says: good morning!

Comes into the bar, plays his guitar.

Sings songs of long time ago of old loves and sorrows.

Underneath his hat looks at us all.

We can´t help meeting his brow as he put his hat down.

You should come and see him... Mr. Hat.

He will never give you a smile but I know that he´s a good boy .

We´re so far to know what´s in his head.

So I´m waiting for the day he looks at me...at me Mr. Hat.

See him in the evening, dressed up in black,

holding on a cigarrette, smoke floats all around him.

As he crosses the night counting the stars

throw his hat away from him, I think he could be happy.

You should come and see him... Mr. Hat.

He will never give you a smile but I know that he´s a good boy.

We´re so far to know what´s in his head.

So I´m waiting for the day he looks at me...at me Mr. Hat.

You should come and see him... Mr. Hat.

He will never give you a smile but I know that he´s a good boy.

We´re so far to know what´s in his head.

So I´m waiting for the day he looks at me...at me Mr. Hat.






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