Paroles de Ballade at thirty five

Carla Bruni
This, no song of ingénue
This, no ballad of innocence
This, the rhyme of a lady who
Followed ever the natural bents
This, a solo of sapience
This, a chantey of sophistry
This, the sum of experiments
I loved them until they loved me
I loved them until they loved me
I loved them until they loved me
Decked in garments of sable hue
Daubed with ashes of myriad Lents
Wearing shower bouquets of rue
Walk I ever in penitence
Oft I roam, as my heart repents
Through God's acre of memory
Marking stones, in my reverence
I loved them until they loved me
I loved them until they loved me
I loved them until they loved me
Pictures pass me in long review
Marching columns of dead events
I was tender, and often, true
Ever a prey to coincidence
Always knew I the consequence
Always saw what the end would be
We're as Nature has made us hence
I loved them until they loved me
I loved them until they loved me
I loved them until they loved me
Princes, never I'd give offense
Won't you think of me tenderly?
Here's my strength and my weakness, gents
This the song of ingénue
This the ballad of innocence
This the rhyme of a lady who...
InterprèteCarla Bruni
LabelIFR
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Ballade at thirty five
Une ballade à trente cinq
InterprèteCarla Bruni
LabelIFR
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