Rain pours down on the small cottage in the forest
Wind rattles the windows
Three rooms, a kitchen and a garden with potatoes and carrots

In the morning Lisa awakens in a scent of yesterday's meal
Does anybody wonder how does Lisa feel?


Why is Lisa so alone? I don't know
Why is Lisa so alone? I don't know
Why is Lisa so alone? I don't know

Why is Lisa so alone?

The steam of the bread rises up from the small chimney

Lisa has pale thin skin, black hair,
A brown, knee-length dress covers her tired and meek body
The worm fingers are black from the oven

And the palms are witheres by the garden
Does anybody wonder how does Lisa feel?


Why is Lisa so alone? I don't know
Why is Lisa so alone? I don't know
Why is Lisa so alone? I don't know

Why is Lisa so alone?

Lisa cooks, cleans, potters, around, sleeps and cries

Nobody knows she exists, only the wind enters her house
Lisa's alone, must this be or where does one belong in Lisa's world?


Why is Lisa so alone? I don't know
Why is Lisa so alone? I don't know
Why is Lisa so alone? I don't know

Why is Lisa so alone? I don't know
Why is Lisa so alone? I don't know
Why is Lisa so alone? I don't know


I don't know
I don't know

I don't know
I don't know
I don't know