paroles de chanson Mystery (DJ-Kicks) - Nina Kraviz
I
don't
know
how
much
time
went
by.
Marie
told
me
about
her
work
and
she
never
stopped
smiling.
The
murmuring
and
the
shouting
and
talking
crossed
backwards
and
forwards.
The
only
oasis
of
silence
was
just
next
to
me
where
the
young
man
and
the
little
old
lady
were
gazing
at
each
other.
One
by
one
the
Arabs
were
taken
away.
Almost
everyone
stopped
talking
as
soons
as
the
first
one
went
out.
The
little
old
lady
stepped
up
to
the
bars
and,
at
the
same
moment,
a
warder
beckoned
to
her
son.
He
said,
Goodbye
mother,
and
she
put
her
hand
through
the
bars
to
give
him
a
long,
slow
litttle
wave.
Mystery.
I
was
feeling
rather
ill
and
I
would
have
liked
to
leave.
I
found
the
noise
quite
painful.
But
on
the
other
hand,
I
wanted
to
make
the
most
of
Marie
having
there.
I
don't
know
how
much
time
went
by.
Marie
told
me
about
her
work
and
she
never
stopped
smiling.
The
murmuring
and
the
shouting
and
talking
crossed
backwards
and
forwards.
The
only
oasis
of
silence
was
just
next
to
me
where
the
young
man
and
the
little
old
lady
were
gazing
at
each
other.
One
by
one
the
Arabs
were
taken
away.
Almost
everyone
stopped
talking
as
soons
as
the
first
one
went
out.
The
little
old
lady
stepped
up
to
the
bars
and,
at
the
same
moment,
a
warder
beckoned
to
her
son.
He
said,
Goodbye
mother,
and
she
put
her
hand
through
the
bars
to
give
him
a
long,
slow
litttle
wave.
Mystery.
I
was
feeling
rather
ill
and
I
would
have
liked
to
leave.
I
found
the
noise
quite
painful.
But
on
the
other
hand,
I
wanted
to
make
the
most
of
Marie
having
there.
I
don't
know
how
much
time
went
by.
Marie
told
me
about
her
work
and
she
never
stopped
smiling.
The
murmuring
and
the
shouting
and
talking
crossed
backwards
and
forwards.
The
only
oasis
of
silence
was
just
next
to
me
where
the
young
man
and
the
little
old
lady
were
gazing
at
each
other.
One
by
one
the
Arabs
were
taken
away.
Almost
everyone
stopped
talking
as
soons
as
the
first
one
went
out.
The
little
old
lady
stepped
up
to
the
bars
and,
at
the
same
moment,
a
warder
beckoned
to
her
son.
He
said,
Goodbye
mother,
and
she
put
her
hand
through
the
bars
to
give
him
a
long,
slow
litttle
wave.
Mystery.
(From
the
Stranger-Albert
Camus)
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