Letra de The Jeweller (Remastered)
The jeweler has a shop On the corner of the boulevard In the night, in small spectacles He polishes old coins He uses spit and cloth and ashes He makes them shine with ashes He knows the use of ashes He worships God with ashesThe coins are often very old By the time they reach the jeweler With his hand and ashes He will try the best he can He knows that he can only shine them Cannot repair the scratches He knows that even new coins have scars So he just smilesHe knows the use of ashes Dum da-da-da di-di-di-di He worships God with ashes Dum da-da-da di-da-di-di-di-diIn the darkest of the night Both his hands will blister badly They will often open painfully And the blood flows from his hands He works to take from black coin faces Thumbprints from so many ages He wishes he could cure the scars When he forgets, he sometimes criesHe knows the use of ashes Dum da-da-da di-di-di-di He worships God with ashes Dum da-da-da di-da-di-diHe knows (he knows the use of ashes) He knows He knows (he worships God with ashes) He knows He knows (he knows the use of ashes) He knows (dum da-da-da di-di) He knows (he worships God with ashes) He knows (dum da-da-da di-di) He (he knows the use of ashes) He (dum da-da-da di-di) (He worships God with ashes)