In the middle of our lives I lost the right way, led  myself astray in a big city  No place that I could call my own, I longed for  peace and rest, there was confusion in me  Then I saw a pension in Rue du Temple, called  the "House of Thoughts"  I'm different from you  You're different to me  So we have something in commmon  We should be equal  The woman in the reception welcomed me with a  smile, she said: "It's nice to see you here as our  guest  We offer rest for your your body, offer peace for your  soul then it's up to you to make them come  together at their best  Your room has no number, when you'd like your  key just repeat these words:"  I'm different from you  You're different to me  So we have something in commmon  We should be equal  And so the "House of Thoughts"  Closed it's noble doors behind me  And here I'll spend some time, some days  With oxygen and breathing-space  I'm different from you  You're different to me  So we have something in commmon  We should be equal