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Marianne Faithfull

Genres: Rock

Comrade Lyrics - Marianne Faithfull

Little months little smokes 

and oblivion in a wool dress 

in a door opens tenderly 

near a wall where the wind is born 

near the jolly garden 

where saints and angels 

are afraid of the seasons 

the alleys have no names 

they are the hours or the years 

I stroll leisurely 

dressed in a cement overcoat 

and a hat of black straw 

I don't remember 

if it's nice out 

I walk smoking 

and I smoke walking 

easily 

every once in a while I tell myself 

it's time to stop 

and I continue walking 

I tell myself 

I have to get some air 

I have to look at the clouds 

and breathe in a lung full 

I have to see the flies fly 

and take a little exercise 

I shouldn't smoke so much 

I tell myself also 

calculate 

I tell myself again 

I have a headache 

my life is a drop of water on my eyelid 

and I'm no longer twenty 

continue 

the songs are songs 

and the days days 

I no longer have one shred of respect for myself 

but I see no hoodlums 

who smoke the same cigarettes as me 

and who are just as stupid as me 

I'm pretty content 

without really knowing why 

it doesn't suffice to speak of the sun 

the stars 

the sea and rivers 

blood eyes hands 

it is necessary quite often 

to speak of other things 

we know that there are very beautiful countries 

with very handsome men 

with no less charming women, 

but all that isn't really sufficient 

but dizzying void 

which rings and bays 

makes the head bow 

we look and we see 

again many other things 

which are always the same 

innumerable 

identical 

and over there simply 

someone goes by 

simple as hello 

and everything starts all over once again 

I read in the stars the good will of my friends 

in a river I love one hand 

I listen the flowers sing 

there are the goodbyes of birds 

a cry falls like a fruit 

my God my God 

I will be accordingly always the same 

my head in my hands 

and my hands in my head 

 

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