IsabellenAre you well?nDo you miss me at all?nAre you sleeping right,nThrough the night?nInspite of it allnnIsabellenWhat the hellnYou don't write, you don't callnI miss you, can't you tellnIsabellennThree women in my lifenI have loved well well wellnMy mother, my wife and of course, IsabellennI met an old friend I hadn't see for half my lifenWe talked and laughed as if no time had gone bynNow it's like someone out a spoon in my memorynAnd give it a stirnThoughts are floating aroundnWhere you went, where are you nownAfter how we werennIsabellenAre you well?nDo you miss me at all?nAre you sleeping right?nThrough the night?nInspite of it allnnIsabellenWhat the hellnYou don't write, you don't callnI miss you, can't you tellnIsabellennnMe and the girls are stories to younYou read us and tell us when you are throughnHow will you tell me?nnWill you be honest if you findnYou are having trouble making everythingnRhyme?nDepending on who's listing will you life?nAnd make yourself look more noblenThan you die at the timennWhen I tell my sidenYou made a plaything of my heartnYou make love entertainmentnBut to me love is artnI wonder, how will you tell me?nHow will you tell me?nnThree women in my lifenI have loved true, it's truenMy mother, my wife, and of course, IsabellenYou