The Town's Gazette

She has flowers on her hat, all year round, the town's Gazette
She makes them think it is summer, warmth is her main asset
From door to door, she brings gaiety
Her voice is singing and sunny
She heals pain of bodies and souls,
Loss and loneliness she consoles
She illuminates their day by her laughter that resound
And for more heat, she has flowers on her hat, all year round

She owns some tasty series of gossip from surroundings
They call her Town's Gazette, she knows something on everything
They all await her eagerly
To know her last living stories
Looking forward to bring their stone
While she takes care of their old bones
She heals their wounds, she cleans their skins, she wakes their glances up
And for more heat, she owns some tasty series of gossip

Each evening after long days to spread love and comfort words
The old nurse returns to her small house among the vineyards
Since so long time, she takes this way
Year after year, day after day
always with the same hopping gait
Towards a house where no one waits
She's alone at the fire place, faded photos rows above
When she comes home, each evening after long days to spread love.