I remember many years ago now
In the corners of my memory I cannot forget
There are indelible things that mutilate
Difficult, they marry my skin like a textile
Hostile city of shadows that sneak
Leaving no chance for this creature of God
Who was tempted by a reptile
Suffer in silence she said so be it
She was born in a neighborhood where immigrants lived
Large family difficult to study
No more school the street held the monopoly of thefts
I beg you to believe that her life was not funny
So shortly after
At 17 she decided to get married
I ask for respect and for those who want it
Listen to the story of a single woman's life

Alone, while she would like to be loved
Alone, while she would like to be loved
Alone, while she would like to be loved
Alone, while she would like to be loved

She quickly became pregnant and had a boy
For lack of money she lost the second
Like a fatal unavoidable saying
Destiny unleashed she gave birth to the third
He didn't have much money he was often absent
She fed her family with eight francs though
Not to waste her time making up for her lack of education
She studied while she took care of
The house, scrubbing, washing
Her sons who didn't understand watched her
Now remember always seeing her work hard
She aspired to happiness
Despite her hand on her forehead full of sweat
Because she dreamed one day of leaving
To leave this too much disappointment, bad memories
But five years ago her decisions were weak
She realized she risked becoming a single woman

Alone, while she would like to be loved
Alone, while she would like to be loved

I remember those evenings. she waited for her husband
Whole hours at the window in vain thus
This situation lasted a few years
One day he came determined to leave her
By mutual agreement the divorce was pronounced
So long after damn she must have loved him!
So sweet and so patient
And still manage to find common ground
She was dignified, proud, responsible like a mother
Ignoring the loneliness that took her in its claws
During the day she remained impassive with her head held high
At night in her room she hid to cry
She worked, did two jobs at the same time
To be able to pay for decent clothes for her children
Raise them in the right way
To stay calm and healthy, to respect her neighbor
The morning woke up to a sad music
What weariness and what sacrifices
It's the dark story you have to believe
To see the courage and rare wisdom of a single woman

Alone, while she would like to be loved
Alone, while she would like to be loved
Alone, while she would like to be loved
Alone, while she would like to be loved

I've seen too many tears in her green eyes, resolved
To accept fate
Which crushed her under the weight of its importance
She only said she was unlucky
But knew deep down that we only come to earth once
And bad luck is a very poor excuse
The bitter hell she lived compared to her goodness
Was not deserved to tell you the truth
So much so that one day she decided to leave
Far from Marseille to be able to start over
Leaving behind what she loved the most
Her two sons and a lot of worries
Waited for her despite that now she is happy
She has many friends and a husband, serious
However lucid in recognizing
That her life really only started at 35
This may seem silly to you but think about it
Lose your youth, where is the meaning of life?
If I speak to you in this sincere, open way
It's because this single woman was my mother

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