She may very well look like a ragamuffin
I only remember what's good about her
Her greasy hair could very well hide
A smiling face that the end has carved

It smells strongly of sweat and dried plonk
Right into her heart that's too alcoholic
Madam has grey or black or fallen teeth
She only undoes her shirt twice a year

In their silence, people are mean
The world moves on while time
Of us, of good, goes away la la la la
La la la la

Does she really sleep when the mercury flees
And when the white comes to dress the city
When a bottle has replaced a house
Damn to see who bathes in it, red as a peach

In their silence, people are mean
The world moves on while time
Of us, of good, goes away la la la la
La la la la

In their silence, people are mean
The world moves on while time
Of us, of good, goes away la la la la
La la la la

And for the strange hearts with laughter and emotions
Life begins when we cherish the self
And my only, my beautiful, my root without a tree
Will she survive if the world is made of marble?
If the world is made of marble
If the world is made of marble
If the world is made of marble
If the world is made of marble

CONSULTER LES PAROLES ORIGINALES