Once upon a time in 1941 There was a man who was enchanted by a girl dressed in black. Every thursday night he went to see her singing, she was applauded. She was the precious jewel of the "Moonlighting bar". What's your name? He asked her one day. I can't say it, I'm just allowed to play And he, he, he could never express All the things he felt when he listened to her. She sings in his mind a slow lullaby Black dressed woman The night is made of velvet like her voice Soft and slippery like oil Decadent whisper in the night that's fallen from a shooting star This was the girl dressed in black One day it was raining a lot out in the street. The man was a little late, she probably was about to sing He, he, he, he was in a hurry But when he arrived no one was waiting on the stage He never believed that she simply disappeared Black dressed woman The night is made of velvet like her voice Soft and slippery like oil Decadent whisper in the night that's fallen from a shooting start... This was the girl dressed in black If you go to this place you'll see an old man Who's always sat in a chair with a bottle in his hand You'll think he seems a beggar, but he's waiting i the bar For a woman dressed in black that never came back.