La Vie En Rose

No, you don’t talk, you listen

This summer is uneventful, as many before it

This girl is imperfect, as many before her

But there is a song keeps her alive, proudly sung

Spring casts this magic spell with voice softly wished, be heard

For better or worse, she sings a life La Vie En Rose

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No, you don’t analyze, you listen

The moon tonight is as merciful as ever, gorgeously bestows

The girl behinds these words hides inside evening dews, quietly bleeds

But there a dance keeps her believes, brightly danced

Autumn orchestrates this waltz swiftly glides, be enchanted

For good or evil, she swirls a life La Vie En Rose

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Sings a song with such melancholy, but she is not dead hearted

Sleeps under a silent cliff, she is not a willing pawn

She leads a dance with such sorrow, but she is not of an empty soul

She simpers with utter disdain, she is not a wishful naïveté

Such is the burden of a character, who laughs defiantly, loves grandly

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Oh darling

Don’t ask her what women really want

She doesn’t know what they want

She trembles far beneath those goddesses, who so morally grandiose

Destroy life ruthlessly, a dream has turned to shame

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La Vie En Rose

Please,

Sing her a love song

Offer her a chivalrous knight

Swear her the love oath of forever beside

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Be grateful,

When, she dashes out the moment

You demand Aphrodites golden apple

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Oh, I know it’s the rosa fantasy she cannot provide

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