2022.02.20.
It's Always The Same Song
Words of love which we tell each other
It's always the same song
We tell them again in different way
It's always the same song
However, every evening with the same words
Your heart sings new verse to my heart
There is a refrain that we both know
It's always the same song
The words are always the same
I love you... forever...
And every day
Everyone sings them in tour
Words of love which we tell each other
It's always the same song
We tell them again in different way
It's always the same song
However, every evening with the same words
Your heart sings new verse to my heart
There is a refrain that we both know
It's always the same song
Mm mm mm...
It's always the same song
2020.11.02.
Tango Of The Tarts
One day, powerless against misfortune
and unknowing, I joined
the wandering herd that prowls
the street every night.
Now that I'm tied to the chain
of the fleeting love givers,
in those blue, sorrowful nights
like them I sing in turn
We are but tarts,
women of easy virtue.
Our dark gleaming eyes
always say 'come on !'
Anyone can find his pleasure in our arms
without sending a shiver down our spine.
Being left alone
is all we can ask,
being too cowardly
to rise up.
Nobody wants the heart
that beats under our rags.
We are but tarts.
But still on some sad nights
we'd like to find someone
who'd understand our suffering
and forever gone hopes.
Yet when a stranger brushes us
seeking a fleeting joy
we have to play our part
and smile, hiding our tears.
We are but tarts,
women of easy virtue.
Our dark gleaming eyes
always say 'come on !'
Anyone can find his pleasure in our arms
without sending a shiver down our spine.
When we are treated
like mere dogs
we bow our head
and don't reply
and all the while our heart
sobs under our rags.
We are but tarts.
When we are treated
like mere dogs
we bow our head
and don't reply
Nobody wants the heart
that beats under our rags.
We are but tarts.