Testo: Laetitia A'Zou. Other. The Girl On The Bench.

Even though, the sky is grey
You may find her there.
Sitting on that bench.
Even though, it's getting cold
She'll stay on that bench.
It's her home.

'Cause long times have past,
And long times will come,
Without a home, without a home
Without a home, without a home
And she doesn't ask for anything
Anymore.

And when she holds at one's hand
To ask you for something
For someting

You just turn your head
Pretending not to see her.

But really you should me ashamed,
It ain't no big deal,
To look at her.

And if you've got nothing to give,
You still can
Smile at her

'Cause long times have past,
And long times will come,
Without a home, without a home
Without a home, without a home
And she doesn't ask for anything
Anymore.

'Cause long times have past,
And long times will come,
Without a home, without a home
Without a home, without a home
And she doesn't ask for anything
Anymore.