Michael Stipe - L'Hôtel paroles de (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 call Cleopatra’s
In the columns of it's 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