Angel
La Gare De Troyes
Shéhérazade
You have to think about counting the thousand and one troubles,
My sweet Shéhérazade, it's wasn't paradise!
I would like you to come back to me, to laugh at me, to cry to me,
Come back and wet my shirt, that's better than sweat.. ..
I had white gloves, it was to help me get through the winter better!
I had white gloves, I didn't want to throw everything on the ground...
It wasn't worth it for me to wear out explaining a child to you,
It wasn't worth it for me to force myself on the medication,
I would like you to 'come back, that you laugh at my heart...
It smells of the apocalypse deep down in my happiness...
I had white gloves, that's was to get through the winter better!
I had white gloves, I didn't want to ruin everything...
But it didn't sound right...
You have to think about to take stock of the thousand and one troubles,
My sweet Shéhérazade, it wasn't paradise!
I would like your eyes to return to offer me great silences,
What a dream to your body, I scream indifference...
I put on white gloves, we will be able to get through the winter better!
I put on white gloves, say! You're not going to ruin everything!
(Lyrics: Christian Décamps)

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