My friend, come stand beside me. Lately, I'm feeling so lost. A flood came and washed the stones of the path away. And a hot sun turned the mud to dust.
Ain't no talking to this man. Ain't no pretty other side. Ain't no way to understand. The stupid words of pride. It would take an acrobat. And I already tried all that so.
Last night I caught sight of. Something on the big side. Well he grabbed me for a moment. Took me on a little ride. I ain't a woman who needs a grand design.
Lavoine/Aboulker. Sur une guitare, sur un violon. Qu'il soit trop tard, qu'il soit trop long. Sur un boulevard ou sous un pont. Le sans-logis fait sa chanson.
The night just seems to drag on forever. Waiting for that cleansing morning call. Running from the mirror,. So I don't see it any clearer. As fireworks bright and loud, burn out and fall.
The Sunday after there was laughter in the air. Everybody had a kite. They were flying everywhere. And all the trouble went away. And it wasn't just a dream.
Lavoine/Aboulker. Sur une guitare, sur un violon. Qu'il soit trop tard, qu'il soit trop long. Sur un boulevard ou sous un pont. Le sans-logis fait sa chanson.
The Sunday after there was laughter in the air. Everybody had a kite. They were flying everywhere. And all the trouble went away. And it wasn't just a dream.
Barbelivien/Bernheim. On a tous des mots d'amour. Cachs au fond de soi. Un quai de gare Cherbourg. O l'autre ne viendra pas. On a tous laiss des larmes.
Lavoine/Grillet/Aboulker. Je n'suis qu'une demoiselle sans balanoire. Les yeux au ciel, j'regarde filer les stars. Depuis nous deux je n'coute plus Mozart.
Kopf/Amsellem. Vous viviez comme un prince, je chantais pour trois sous. Dan un bal de province et je rvais de vous. la fin du polar, quand vous ne mouriez pas.
Well, I danced in the arms of a black haired girl. In Scollay Square after the war. And I drank to get drunk, and sank and I stunk. like a drunk on a subway floor.
If I had my way,. If I had my way. If I had my way I would tear this building down.. tear this building down.. . You read about Sampson, from his birth.
S. Brewski. Et quand le temps se lasse. De n'tre que tu. Plus une seconde passe. Dans les vies d'uniformit. Quand de peine en mfiance,. De larmes en plus jamais.
I'm over here and it's cold. I'm writing recipes for growing old. Growing old, mean and alone. Oh, baby, pick up the phone. . This pain in my heart. Has been with me through the ages.
Tonight. I sing soft and low. Just like the moon. Over the snow. I hear icicles falling in the dark. . We're just like anyone else. We just want a little bit.
Well I tried to remember. The way we lived before. All the fire I was under. Always wanted more. You and me together. Every last lie. Well I tried to remember.
I'm no kid in a kid's game. I did what I did, I've got no one to blame. But I don't give up, no, I don't ever give up. It's all I've got, it's my claim to fame.
I think I smell a rat in my house, baby I believe you got just too late. Aw, I smell a rat, I smell a rat in my house, honey, I think you walkin' 'round too late.
It might hurt a little while. Hurt a little while. It might hurt a little longer than a little while. But one of these days I'm gonna smile again. One of these days I'm gonna smile.