Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Ladies Of The Road Composer(s): Peter Sinfield - Robert Fripp Performer(s): King Crimson
A flower lady's daughter As sweet as holy water Said: "I'm the school reporter Please teach me", well I taught her
Two fingered levi'd sister Said, "Peace", I stopped I kissed her Said, "I'm a male resister" I smiled and just unzipped her
High diving chinese trender Black hair and black suspender Said, "Please me no surrender Just love to feel your Fender"
All of you know that the girls of the road Are like apples you stole in your youth All of you know that the girls of the road Been around but are versed in the truth
Stone-headed Frisco spacer Ate all the meat I gave her Said would I like to taste hers And even craved the flavour
"Like marron-glaced fish bones Oh lady hit the road!"
All of you know that the girls of the road Are like apples you stole in your youth All of you know that the girls of the road Been around but are versed in the truth
Ladies Of The Chorus Composer(s): Irving Berlin Performer(s): Alan Hale
Ladies of the chorus That's what we are, it appears We were inducted and we took a vow We joined the Army, but look at us now We're ladies of the chorus Don't we look lovely, my dears In corsets and dresses And cute golden tresses To hide the dirt behind our ears
I was a plumber I quit work last summer My number come up at the start
I was a printer I quit work last winter They okayed my lungs and my heart
I was a farmer Potato embalmer They took me away from the plow
I was a packer I chewed plug 'terbaccer' I wish I had some of it now
Oh, now we're in the chorus Dressed up in girdles that squeeze We're here to romance with To sing and to dance with A bunch of nerdy guys like these
Guys: Pardon me, but aren't you the country maiden? Gals: Pardon me, but aren't you the city chap?
Guys: Cuddle closer, won't you please I'm about to take a squeeze
Gals: If you do then I will give your face a slap
Guys: I would love to take you home to meet my mother I would like to meet my mother, but I can't She will treat you like a queen
Gals: But I'm Only Seventeen Guys: If you are seventeen, then so's my aunt
Gals: Hi-ho! I want you to behave Guys: Hi-ho! I think you need a shave
Gals: Do you think that you can get me into pictures? Guys: If you're nice to me I'll get you on the screen Gals: How about a movie test? Guys: Not with hair upon your chest Gals: And now it's time to dance but keep it clean
Ladies Of The Canyon Composer(s): Joni Mitchell First release by: Joni Mitchell - 1970 Covered by multiple other artists
Trina wears her wampum beads She fills her drawing book with line Sewing lace on widows' weeds And filigree on leaf and vine Vine and leaf are filigree And her coat's a secondhand one Trimmed with antique luxury She is a lady of the canyon
Annie sits you down to eat She always makes you welcome in Cats and babies 'round her feet And all are fat and none are thin None are thin and all are fat She may bake some brownies today Saying, you are welcome back She is another canyon lady
Estrella circus girl Comes wrapped in songs and gypsy shawls Songs like tiny hammers hurled At beveled mirrors in empty halls Empty halls and beveled mirrors Sailing seas and climbing banyans Come out for a visit here To be a lady of the canyon
Trina takes her paints and her threads And she weaves a pattern all her own Annie bakes her cakes and her breads And she gathers flowers for her home For her home she gathers flowers And Estrella, dear companion Colors up the sunshine hours Pouring music down the canyon Coloring the sunshine hours They are the ladies of the canyon
Ballad Om Censuren Composer(s): Cornelis Vreeswijk Performer(s): Cornelis Vreeswijk
För erotikens faror bevare barnen små som inte har en aning om hur illa det kan gå Nej, låt dom hoppa hage och leka militär och skjuta på varandra med leksaksgevär Låt barnen kriga lugnt och snällt så glömmer dom allt sexuellt som hotar dom från alla håll Och nog är det väl tur att vi här i landet har ordning och censur I Sodom och Gomorra var disciplinen svag och den som kritiserade blev hängd samma dag Poliserna var busar, borgmästarn en kanalj och den som drack mest öl och brännvin, fick guldmedalj Moralen var det uselt med för tiden hade gått ur led Det syndades båd' natt och dag, i ur som i skur I Sodom och Gomorra fanns det ingen censur
Ivan den förskräcklige han var en märklig man Han gjorde som han ville Gör om det om ni kan! Han hade vilda vanor Han ställde höga krav På dem som kritiserade höggs huvudet av Och ingen tordes göra nåt för Ivan kunde höra nåt Och han var inte god att tas med, när han blev sur Ivan den förskräcklige var svag för censur
Damer utan kläder ska man inte titta på Fy skäms på sig, medborgare, som tittar ändå! Det är onaturligt att se en kvinna bar Det kan man bli förstörd av, den saken är klar Hon skulle haft på sig något lätt och dansat klassisk rysk balett Då hade det varit konst och befrämjat vår kultur Det här är väl ingen konst: Censur! Censur!
Kanhända att ni anser att sådant inte stör men lita på kritiken, den vet vad den gör Dom ser vad som är bra och tillåtet för publik Dom ser vad som är dåligt och skriver kritik Medborgare, så fort ni ser att något omoraliskt sker eller ni får syn på nåt som inte är kultur Vänd blicken bort och blunda och skrik på censur!
La-Di-Da-Di ((Adapted from: Sukiyaki (by Kyu Sakamoto) - 1961)) Composer(s): Hachidai Nakamura - Rokusuke Ei - Doug E. Fresh - Slick Rick Performer(s): Doug E. Fresh & M.C. Ricky D - 1985
Titles In Other Languages: 1963 - Sukiyaki (by Otto Brandenburg) 1980 - Sukiyaki (by A Taste Of Honey) 1993 - Lodi Dodi (by Snoop Doggy Dogg)
Slick Rick: OK, party people in the house You're about to witness something you've never witnessed before Yes, it's the original human beat box, Doug E. Fresh And his partner, the grand wizard, MC Ricky D, D And that's me in the place to be And we gonna show you how we do it for '85, kickin' live, alright Because, um, I've got a funny feeling, um you're all sick of all these crap rappers Bitin' their rhymes because um they're back-stabbers But when it comes to me and my friend Doug Fresh here There is no competition 'cause we are the best, yeah But let's impress which we prove And ya all will realize that we are the move So listen close so you all don't miss As we go a little somethin' like this Hit it
Ah yeah You know what
La-Di-Da-Di La-Di-Da-Di La-Di La-Di
You know what, yo peep this La-Di-Da-Di, we likes to party We don't cause trouble, we don't bother nobody, we're Just some men thats on the mic And when we rock up on the mic we rock the mic right For all of y'all keepin y'all in health Just to see ya smile and enjoy yourself 'Cause it's cool when ya cause a cozy conditioning That we create, 'cause that's our mission So listen to what we say Because this type of shit, it happens everyday I woke up around ten o' clock in the mornin' I gave myself a stretch up, a mornin' yawnin' Went to the bathroom to wash up Had some soap on my face and my hand up on a cup I said, um, mirror mirror on the wall Who is the top choice of them all There was a rubble dubble, five minutes it lasted The mirror said you are you conceited bastard
Well that's true, thats why we never have no beef So then I washed off the soap and brushed the gold teeth Used Oil Of Olay 'cause my skin gets pale And then I got the files for my fingernails Chewed through the night and on my behalf I put the bubbles in the tub so I could have a bubble bath Clean, dry was my body and hair I threw on my brand new Gucci underwear For all the girls I might take home I got the Johnson's Baby Powder and the Polo cologne Fresh dressed like a million bucks Threw on the bally shoes and the fly green socks Stepped out my house stopped short, oh no I went back in, I forgot my kangol And then I dilly (dallied) I ran though a (alley) I bumped into my homegirl (Sally) From the (valley) This is the girl plays hard to get so I said Whats wrong 'cause she looked upset, she said It's all because of you I'm feelin' sad and blue You went away and now my life is filled with rainy days I love you so, how much you'll never know 'Cause you took your love away from me Now what was I to do, she's cryin' over me And she was feelin' blue I said, um, don't cry, dry your eye Here comes your mother with those two little guys Her mean mother stepped up, said to me hi Looked Sally in the face and decked her in the eye Punched her in the belly and stepped on her feet Slammed the child on the hard concrete The bitch was strong, the kids was gone Something was wrong, I said what is goin' on I tried to break it up, I said stop it, leave her She said, if I can't have you, she can't either She grabbed me closely by my socks So I broke the hell out like I had the chicken pox, but She gave chase; she caught up quick She put a finger in the face of MC Rick She said why don't you give me a play So we can go cruisin' in my oj And if you give me that OK I'll give you all my love today Ricky, Ricky, Ricky, can't you see Somehow your words just hypnotize me And I just love your jazzy ways, oh MC Rick my love is here to stay And on and on and on she kept on The bitch been around before my mother's born I said cheer up, I gave her a kiss I said you can't have me, I'm too young for you miss She says no you're not, then she starts cryin' I says I'm nineteen, she said stop lyin' I says I am, go ask my mother And with your wrinkled pussy, I can't be your lover To the tick tock ya don't stop To the tick tick ya don't quit, hit it ...
Ballad Of Thunder Road
Composer(s): Robert Mitchum - Don Raye
First release by: Robert Mitchum - 1958
Covered by multiple other artists
Let me tell the story, I can tell it all
About the mountain boy who ran illegal alcohol
His daddy made the whiskey, son, he drove the load
When his engine roared, they called the highway Thunder Road
Sometimes into Ashville, sometimes Memphis town
The revenoors chased him but they couldnt run him down
Each time they thought they had him, his engine would explode
He'd go by like they were standin still on Thunder Road
And there was thunder, thunder over Thunder Road
Thunder was his engine, and white lightning was his load
There was moonshine, moonshine to quench the Devils thirst
The law they swore they'd get him, but the Devil got him first
On the first of April, nineteen fifty-four
A Federal man sent word hed better make his run no more
He said two hundred agents were coverin the state
Whichever road he tried to take, theyd get him sure as fate
Son, his Daddy told him, make this run your last
The tank is filled with hundred-proof, youre all tuned up and gassed
Now, dont take any chances, if you cant get through
Id rather have you back again than all that mountain dew
And there was thunder, thunder over Thunder Road
Thunder was his engine, and white lightning was his load
There was moonshine, moonshine to quench the Devils thirst
The law they swore they'd get him, but the Devil got him first
Roarin out of Harlan, revvin up his mill
He shot the gap at Cumberland, and screamed by Maynordsville
With T-men on his taillights, roadblocks up ahead
The mountain boy took roads that even Angels feared to tred
Blazing right through Knoxville, out on Kingston Pike
Then right outside of Bearden, they made the fatal strike
He left the road at 90; thats all there is to say
The devil got the moonshine and the mountain boy that day
L'addition Composer(s): J.L. Dabadie - Michel Legrand Performer(s): Yves Montand
Des jours heureux, une colombe Des soirs qui tombent, un regard bleu Plus un sanglot, plus un violon La vie et tout ce temps cassé Que l'on appelle le passé
Plus l'avenir en dix leçons De nos prophètes bénévoles Plus une bombe sur une école Et les oiseaux qui chantent après L'avion ne l'a pas fait exprès
Plus les amis dans la maison Moins ceux qui pour toujours s'en vont Les enfants sont déjà devant Ôté de nous, ôté de moi Il ne nous reste pas beaucoup
Plus les combats, le cur qui bat Les défaites souvent secrètes Et tous les doutes qu' on redoute Mas quand on a perdu le nôtre Il y a encore l'espoir des autres
Multiplié par les idées Divisé par tous les mots d'ordre Certains finissent par confondre Certains ne peuvent pas répondre Bouche sans cri au bout d'une corde
Et plus la pluie et le bon temps Et l' herbe qui pousse entre-temps Plus tous les désobéissants Qui ne veulent plus se mettre en rang Les enfants sont déjà devant
Moins ceux qui sont encore à naître Plus l' inconnu dans la fenêtre Et plus l' amour de quelques-uns Et plus ou moins de quelques-unes Je pose tout, je retiens une
Égale... Égale un homme en équilibre Sur trois vers De Prévert Mais ce sont des vers libres
Ballad Of The War Wagon
Composer(s): Dimitri Tiomkin - Ned Washington
Performer(s): Ed Ames
Look at those horses! What are they draggin'? Look at those horses! What are they draggin' Heavily guarded, what is that wagon?
Most men are fightin' for a wagon full of gold Scratchin' and fightin' for a wagon full of gold My piece of land, my cattle brand A place to rest my head A feelin' of a woman's love are all you really need for livin'
Look at those horses! What are they draggin'?
Three years in prison made me dream a lot of dreams Sometimes the dream is not as easy as it seems But wrong or right I have to fight 'Cause when the truth is told All men are fightin' for a wagon full of gold
Look at those horses! What are they draggin' Heavily guarded, what is that wagon?
Look at those horses! What are they draggin' Heavily guarded, what is that wagon?
Most men are fightin' for a wagon full of gold Scratchin' and fightin' for a wagon full of gold My piece of land, my cattle brand A place to rest my head A feelin' of a woman's love are all you really need for livin'
Look at those horses! What are they draggin'?
Three years in prison made me dream a lot of dreams Sometimes the dream is not as easy as it seems But wrong or right I have to fight 'Cause when the truth is told All men are fightin' for a Strugglin' for a Searchin' for a Strivin' for a Wagon full of gold! Full of gold!
L'acteur Composer(s): Georges Moustaki Performer(s): Georges Moustaki
Tu ris tu pleures mais tu as peur tout brûle en toi mais tu as froid tu ne dis rien mais tu as faim ton rire est faux comme un sanglot mauvais acteur sans spectateur tu fais le beau sans un bravo tu joues la vie en tragédie mais on se lasse de tes grimaces
comme un pantin tu tournes en vain tu cherches encore de quoi briller dans le décor de tes regrets
que cherches-tu pauvre ingénu n'entends-tu pas qu'on rit de toi tu parles haut mais à quoi bon c'est ton écho qui te répond comme un pantin tu tournes en vain sous la couronne des illusions tu n'es qu'un homme à l'abandon
rideaux tirés masque jeté la salle est vide ton cur se ride pourquoi tricher pourquoi mentir pourquoi chercher à t'éblouir mauvais acteur sans spectateur on y a cru on n'y croit plus tu parles fort mais à quoi bon voici la mort qui te répond qui te répond qui te répond qui te répond
Ballad Of The Illinois Opry Composer(s): Kevin Cronin Performer(s): REO Speedwagon
Found myself heading down toward Springfield The last sign said it was twelve miles west It's gettin' hard to see through the salt on my windshield But it looks like I'm gonna make it before the sun sets
The morning I arrived was Lincoln's birthday So I walked through his house and saw his tomb I decided that a tour through the Civil War Memorial Museum would be a drag I was tired of seeing monuments about other men's doom
Now I don't want you people to think that all there is around Springfield Illinois Are landmarks telling `bout the good old Lincoln years Cus just north of town I saw a sign that said the Illinois Opry is open tonight And the sweet sound of country music filled my ears
And I want to be a star in the Illinois Opry now The people in the country certainly know how to play It may be a while before I'm ready But I'm gonna be up on that stage someday
I could easily write a whole song about the licks that guitar man was pickin' I could go on for hours `bout the old boy on pedal steel But I'm not singing `bout people who were just playin' music I'm singing about how fine their music made me feel
There's a lot of people who have taken years of lessons Trying to learn how to make their music fit the trend But the simple folks at the Opry have got somethin' special And I think that we all could use a lesson or two from them
And I want to be a star in the Illinois Opry now The people in the country certainly know how to play It maybe a while before I'm ready But I'm gonna be up on that stage someday
Lacrima E Pioggia ((English, French, & German Versions: Rain And Tears (by Aphrodite's Child); Quelques Larmes De Pluie (by Dalida); Regenzeit-Tränenleid (by Dalida)) Composer(s): Pallavincini - Pachelbel - E. Papathanassieu - Boris Bergman Performer(s): Dalida
Piangi e tu, dici che Non é, non è Che pioggia su di te Io lo so, so come sei E mai, e mai io crederti potrò
Già troppe volte ormai Han pianto gli occhi tuoi
Piangi e tu, dici che Non è, non è Che pioggia su di te
Già troppe volte ormai Han pianto gli occhi tuoi
Piangi e tu dici che Non è non è Che pioggia su di te Piangi e tu non lo sai Che ma che mai Lasciarti io potrei Piova o no, se vorrai Negli occhi tuoi Il sole porterò
Ballad Of The Green Berets
Composer(s): Barry Sadler - Robert Moore
Performer(s): Barry Sadler
and multiple other artists
Fighting soldiers from the sky
Fearless men who jump and die
Men who mean just what they say
The brave men of the Green Beret
Silver wings upon their chest
These are men, America's best
One hundred men will test today
But only three win the Green Beret
Trained to live off nature's land
Trained in combat, hand-to-hand
Men who fight by night and day
Courage peak from the Green Berets
Silver wings upon their chest
These are men, America's best
One hundred men will test today
But only three win the Green Beret
Back at home a young wife waits
Her Green Beret has met his fate
He has died for those oppressed
Leaving her his last request
"Put silver wings on my son's chest
Make him one of America's best
He'll be a man they'll test one day
Have him win the Green Beret"
Lace Covered Window Performer(s): The Tidbits; The Small Faces
When you walk through the world all alone And your dreams went to ashes behind you Then the tears in your eyes will remind you Of a view through a lace covered window
Nothing seems very clear anymore In your world everything is uncertain How you wish you could pull back the curtain Just to see through that lace covered window See the world through that lace covered window
(But you'll never know just what life has in store) (What's waiting there to greet you) (So pull back the curtain and maybe once more) (True love is there to meet you)
So you'll walk side by side through the world No more times full of darkness and sorrow Every day is a bright new tomorrow When you go through that lace covered window
Every day is a bright new tomorrow When you go through that lace covered window Let the sun through that lace covered window
Ballad Of The Chrome Nun
Composer(s): David Freiberg - Grace Slick
Performer(s): Paul Kantner & Grace Slick
Look in the mirror you're lookin' guilty Did the devil just give you the nod You may be thinking you're funny lookin' Well you're right that's right you're plenty odd But think about it think about it If you were funny enough You could play great god
And I would fall down on my knees to you Fall down flat on my face I don't have to ask you where you're going I just sit here laughing & I watch the race
Nobody needs to baptize me Anytime I laugh I got religion Cross my forehead cross my knees I'll take any good sign I'm a clay pigeon Nobody needs to baptize me Anytime I laugh I got religion And I fall down on my knees to you I fall down flat on my face
L'accordéoniste Composer(s): Michel Emer First release by: Edith Piaf - 1942 Covered by multiple other artists
La fille de joie est belle Au coin de la rue là-bas Elle a une clientèle Qui lui remplit son bas Quand son boulot s'achève Elle s'en va à son tour Chercher un peu de rêve Dans un bal du faubourg Son homme est un artiste C'est un drôle d' p'tit gars Un accordéoniste Qui sait jouer la java Elle écoute la java Mais elle ne la danse pas Elle ne regarde même pas la piste Et ses yeux amoureux Suivent le jeu nerveux Et les doigts secs et longs de l'artiste Ça lui rentre dans la peau Par le bas, par le haut Elle a envie de chanter C'est physique Tout son être est tendu Son souffle est suspendu C'est une vraie tordue de la musique La fille de joie est triste Au coin de la ru là-bas Son accordéoniste Il est parti soldat Quand il reviendra de la guerre Ils prendront une maison Elle sera la caissière Et lui, sera le patron Que la vie sera belle Ils seront de vrais pachas Et tous les soirs pour elle Il jouera la java Elle écoute la java Qu'elle fredonne tout bas Elle revoit son accordéoniste Et ses yeux amoureux Suivent le jeu nerveux Et les doigts secs et longs de l'artiste Ça lui rentre dans la peau Par le bas, par le haut Elle a envie de pleurer C'est physique Tout son être est tendu Son souffle est suspendu C'est une vraie tordue de la musique La fille de joie est seule Au coin de la rue là-bas Les filles qui font la gueule Les hommes n'en veulent pas Et tant pis si elle crève Son homme ne reviendra plus Adieux tous les beaux rêves Sa vie, elle est foutue Pourtant ses jambes tristes L'emmènent au boui-boui Où 'y a un autre artiste Qui joue toute la nuit Elle écoute la java... ...elle entend la java ...elle a fermé les yeux ...et les doigts secs et nerveux... Ça lui rentre dans la peau Par le bas, par le haut Elle a envie de gueuler C'est physique Alors pour oublier Elle s'est mise à danser, à tourner Au son de la musique... ... Arrêtez! Arrêtez la musique!...
Ballad Of The Alamo
Composer(s): Dimitri Tiomkin - Paul Francis Webster
Performer(s): Marty Robbins
and multiple other artists
In the southern part of Texas, in the town of San Antone There's a fortress all in ruin that the weeds have overgrown You may look in vain for crosses and you'll never see a one But sometime between the setting and the rising of the sun You can hear a ghostly bugle as the men go marching by You can hear them as they answer to that roll call in the sky Colonel Travis, Davy Crockett and a hundred eighty more Captain Dickenson, Jim Bowie, present and accounted for
Back in 1836, Houston said to Travis "Get some volunteers and go fortify the Alamo" Well, the men came from Texas and from old Tennessee And they joined up with Travis just to fight for the right to be free
Indian scouts with squirrel guns, men with muzzle loaders Stood together heel and toe to defend the Alamo "You may never see your loved ones," Travis told them that day "Those that want to can leave now, those who'll fight to the death, let 'em stay"
In the sand he drew a line with his army sabre Out of a hundred eighty five, not a soldier crossed the line With his banners a-dancin' in the dawn's golden light Santa Anna came prancin' on a horse that was black as the night
He sent an officer to tell Travis to surrender Travis answered with a shell and a rousin' rebel yell Santa Anna turned scarlet: "Play Degüello," he roared "I will show them no quarter, everyone will be put to the sword"
One hundred and eighty five holdin' back five thousand Five days, six days, eight days, ten; Travis held and held again Then he sent for replacements for his wounded and lame But the troops that were comin' never came, never came, never came
Twice he charged, then blew recall On the fatal third time Santa Anna breached the wall and he killed them one and all Now the bugles are silent and there's rust on each sword And the small band of soldiers lie asleep in the arms of The Lord
In the southern part of Texas, near the town of San Antone Like a statue on his Pinto rides a cowboy all alone And he sees the cattle grazin' where a century before Santa Anna's guns were blazin' and the cannons used to roar And his eyes turn sort of misty, and his heart begins to glow And he takes his hat off slowly to the men of Alamo To the thirteen days of glory at the seige of Alamo
L'accident ((Adapted from: Vehicle (by The Ides of March) - 1970)) Composer(s): Jim Peterik - Eddy Mitchell Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell - 1970
Dès que j'étendis l'horrible choc Provoqué par l'accident J'ai bondi, bousculant des personnes Qui restaient là les bras ballants J'avais peur de savoir J'avais peur de te voir Couchée là, étendue Brisée et presque nue Et tu es là C'est toi L'accident ne t'épargne pas Pourquoi le ciel a-t-il voulu ça?
Et j'ai revu dans ma mémoire Les causes de l'accident Tu vivais perdue dans ta nuit noire Des amours de femme-enfant Je m'éloignais de toi Et tu doutais de moi Rongée par les remords Tu as cherché la mort Et tu es là C'est toi L'accident ne t'épargne pas Pourquoi le ciel a-t-il voulu ça? Mais pourquoi?
Ça y est l'ambulance est partie T'emmenant vers le repos Tu vivras, le docteur l'a dit J'ai bu chacun de ses mots Maintenant j'ai mes remords Bien sûr j'ai eu des torts Je me croyais très fort Bien plus que l'eau qui dort Et je reste là Sans toi L'accident ne m'épargne pas Pourquoi le ciel a-t-il voulu ça?
Et j'ai très mal Si mal Que tout au monde m'est égal Pourquoi le ciel a-t-il voulu ça?
L'absent Composer(s): Louis Amade - Gilbert Bécaud Performer(s): Gilbert Bécaud
Qu'elle est lourde à porter l'absence de l'ami L'ami qui tous les soirs venait à cette table Et qui ne viendra plus, la mort est misérable Qui poignarde le cur et qui te déconstruit
Il avait dit un jour: "Lorsque je partirai Pour les lointains pays au-delà de la terre Vous ne pleurerez pas, vous lèverez vos verres Et vous boirez pour moi à mon éternité"
Dans le creux de mes nuits, pourtant, je voudrais bien Boire à son souvenir pour lui rester fidèle Mais j'ai trop de chagrin et sa voix qui m'appelle Se plante comme un clou dans le creux de ma main
Alors je reste là au bord de mon passé Silencieux et vaincu, pendant que sa voix passe Et j'écoute la vie s'installer à sa place Sa place qui pourtant demeure abandonnée
La vie de chaque jour aux minuscules joies Veut remplir à tout prix le vide de l'absence Mais elle ne pourra pas, avec ses manigances Me prendre mon ami pour la seconde fois
Qu'elle est lourde à porter l'absence de l'ami Qu'elle est lourde à porter l'absence de l'ami!
