Serge Gainsbourg - L'Hôtel lyrics

At number 56, 7, 8, 9, it doesn't matter Of a well-known secret street, if you knock on the door First once, then 3 more knocks, you're led inside Alone, and sometimes even, not alone A maid, without saying a word, walks in front of you Where stairs, endless hallways, come one after another Decorated with baroque bronzes, golden angels, Aphrodite's and Salome's If it's not already occupied, say that you want the 44 It's the room that here they cali Cleopatra's In the columns of its bed, standing watch, rococo style Statues holding torches gaze below And between these slaves, naked, carved of ebony Who will be the silent witness of the scene While above a mirror reflects us Slowly I embrace Melody Melody