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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