good night, my ladies, good night
we’re getting close to the end
of this operetta
 
good night, my ladies, good night
I’m going to bed
clean-faced
I’ve removed the layers of makeup
applied for years
 
good night, my ladies, good night
if each one of you had given me
but a pebble of sadness
I would have had to hire porters by now
luckily
there’s been some joy
along the way
 
i hope you think so too
at least sometimes
 
good night, my ladies, good night
not a day has gone by
that I haven’t thought of
each one of you
personally
 
each of your fragrances
eyes
smiles
breasts
hips
 
your voices
 
the passing years have turned them
into a choir of angels
 
what heavenly harmony
to sing me to sleep
 
good night, my ladies, good night