Some other spring I'll try to love, Now I still cling to faded blossoms. Fresh when one left crushed and torn Like the love affair I'm on. Some other
Traduction: Marianne Faithfull. Certains Printemps Autres.
(Robert Henri Gall, Claude Henri Vic) Tu t'en vas ce matin Et le long de ton chemin La clairiere, la riviere T'ont dit: « A bientot nous deux. » Tu
Someone who isn't like you and to waste it all. Someone to be around, Someone to have me hold when the deal goes down. Didn't I say it would happen this
It is the evening of the day, I sit and watch the children play. Smiling faces I can see But not for me, I sit and watch as tears go by. My riches can
I'm tired, so tired I can hardly stand, I can't breathe in the air in this city tonight. It's taken everything I had to give And now I just want to get
What is it children that falls from the sky? Tayi, taya, tayi, aye ya. Mannah from Heaven from most high, Food from the Father, tayi, taye ya. We shall
Sunday is Gloomy, My hours are slumberless, Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless Little white flowers will never awaken you Not where the
Another waste of time Another sort of step along the way A waste of time A waste but an interest in delay Was it all of a waste Or was it fun People
I'm on fire When I was young Just for you And my heart was pure Such desire I only wanted love just for you I had allure Still on fire High heels ideals
Woke up this mornin' feelin' fine There's somethin' special on my mind Last night I met a new guy in the neighbourhood, whoa yeah, Somethin' tells me
Don't they know we're so afraid, Isolation. We're afraid to be alone Everbody's got to have a home Isolation. Just a boy and a little girl Trying to
Heart torn because Parts of me I'd sell myself Oh, just in time I'm assessing myself. Someone told me Keep on ? hold me Don't let go until I reach the other
My father promised me roses My mother promised me storms My father taught me to use my mind My mother taught me scorn He touches me gently with his hand
Is it a crisis ? Is it a crime ? Or is it a fantasy ? Does it take time ? Will it cost money ? Will it mean love ? Sure isn't easy To get in the mood
"Aimer, etre aimer, quel bonheur ! Et pourtant, comme tout eclat est terne, aupres de la felicite remplie de tourments, que l'on eprouve en adorant une
Treated you like a rusty blade A throwaway from an open grave Cut you loose from a chain gang And let you go And on the day you said it's true Some
