François Claude
Claude Francois
Magnolias For Ever
I can't do anything about it anymore.
I don't know what to do anymore.
Tell her that I am like her,
That I still love songs
Which speak of love and swallows,
Of sorrows, wind and shivers.
Tell her that I'm thinking of her,
When people talk to me about magnolias,
When I hear this new music
That resonates like the sounds of combat.
No, I don't know how to do it anymore.
It's so strong that it breaks.
She was proud, she is submissive,
Like a love that lets go,
That breaks and does not bend.
You look like her when she trembles.
And in your voice, I sometimes hear a little of his voice.
Yes, she looks like you when she trembles,
When she cries in the heart of the trees in flower.
Tell her that I'm afraid for her,
In the basements when it's dark
When I hear this new music
Where despair comes to cry .
Tell her that I'm thinking of her,
In a large field of magnolias.
And if all the flowers are beautiful,
I often burn my fingers.
Magnolias by the hundreds,
Magnolias like in the past.
I don't know what to do anymore,
The magnolias are still there.
She looks like all the girls,
When she loves herself like that.
Whether she is naughty or shy,
Poor violet or magnolia.
She likes big humid skies,
And deserts where it is cold.
Sometimes she cries when I arrive,
And she laughs when she leaves.
If you go away in the storm,
If you go away you will see it.
Tell her that I am like her,
That I still love songs
Which speak of love and swallows,
Of sorrows, wind and shivers.

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