The three-cornered hat

(Brühlmann/Frey)

In the place I call my hometown there was a tiny little bar
where I used to go and drink with people I’d never met before.
I got in there for the first time thinking it was a tobacco store
and I was amazed by the variety of the folks behind that door

There were two constuction-workers, a lady from the market-stall
a blond girl with her kid, she was over six feet tall
an accountant lying on purpose and a teacher on the dole
and there was this nurse, she was on duty, her favourite words they were Fuck all!

Two sisters like night and day, a teacher, a mother with her little boy
a musician with a smile, a painter and a worker in an atomic-pile

They were talking and they were playing cards
they were laughing and they were throwing darts
there were drinks and songs and a smile on every face
and at midnight everybody was dancing in the place

One fine day some of them asked me to join their trip to Brittany
so I grabbed my stuff and the currency and we left for Burgundy
when we arrived at Tremargat some had already turned into enemies
so we quickly entered the bar for a drink , to put our minds at easy

The place was packed, the people there they must have been from all around
there was music playing and they were dancing and stamping on the ground
we got a place way in the back, we were asked to sing a song
we gave them D’s Vreneli ab em Guggisbärg right in our mother-tongue

Two sisters like night and day, a teacher, a mother with her little boy
a musician with a smile, a painter and a worker in an atomic-pile

The musician redorded everything that was said
the artist was looking for someone to share his bed
the teacher was cracking up laughing right where she sat
and I was standing at the end of the bar with my three-cornered hat
They were talking and they were playing cards
they were laughing and they were throwing darts
there were drinks and songs and a smile on every face
and at midnight everybody was dancing in the place

On our return from Brittany, it was quite silent in the van
and when we got back home we knew we would never meet again
things they come and things they go and there’s many things I don’t want to know
cos if I wouldn’t know them, it was easy to be friends…