Lama Serge
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My Friend, My Master
Words and music: Serge Lama and Yves Gilbert
(c) 1974 Productions and editions Serge Lama
Capo I
1 I have tried a hundred times
To talk to you about my friend
But how can I talk about a church
To which you have access forbidden
But this evening I feel under my pen
A familiar tingling
When the sun of the heart lights up
To extinguish it would be a sin.
He's my friend and he's my master
He's my master and he's my friend
As soon as I saw him appear
I knew straight away that it was him
He who was going to teach me to be
What modestly I am.
2 Like a goat sold enne,
He is jealous of his secrets
And even if he is sad
He only talks to you about you
He retains his beautiful age
A smile in the depths of his eyes
And I tell myself that it's a shame
To describe him to you without hair
He's my friend and he's my maî tre
I still see him today
And when I feel bad inside
I spend an hour or two at his place
The air we breathe his window
It's the purest air in Paris.
3 He keeps within him as hard as a weapon
A pride beyond everything
To the point that even on the verge of tears
He will make you believe that he doesn't care
It is he who strengthened my soul
And if I am still alive
I don't owe it to this woman
Who makes me happy today
But to my friend, to my master
And in this song
I know that he will recognize himself
But since we are among friends
This evening I can take the liberty
To introduce him to you too.

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