Timid Frieda (les Timides) Lyrics - Singles - Jacques Brel Is Alive And Well And Living In Paris

Timid Frieda, will they greet her? 

On the street where young strangers travel 

On magic carpets 

Floating lightly in beaded caravans 

Who can know if they will free her 

On the street where she comes to join them 

There she goes with her valises 

Held so tightly in her hands 

Timid Frieda, will life seize her? 

On the street where the new dreams gather 

Like fearless robins, joined together 

In high-flying bands 

She feels taller, troubles smaller 

On the street where she's lost in wonder 

There she goes with her valises 

Held so tightly in her hands 

Timid Frieda, won't return now 

To the home where they do not need her 

But always feed her little lessons 

And platitudes from cans 

She is free now, she will be now 

On the street where the beat's electric 

There she goes with her valises 

Held so tightly in her hands 

Timid Frieda, will they lead her? 

On the street where the cops all perish 

For they can't break her and she can take her 

Brave new fuck you stand 

Yet she's frightened, her senses heightened 

On the street where the darkness brightens 

There she goes with her valises 

Held so tightly in her hands 

Timid Frieda, if you see her 

On the street where the future gathers 

Just let her be her, let her play in 

The broken times of sand 

There she goes now, down the sidewalk 

On the street where the world is bursting 

There she goes with her valises 

Held so tightly in her hands