Original Title: "La femme triste"
Year: 1996
Give me a sad woman
Rich of her disappointed loves
The house on the side of the track
The good hostess, the raw milk
Who goes back up loaded with apples
From a garden already in winter
who doesn't laughs much, who likes men
And remembers that she suffered
Give me a slow woman
Give me true silences
Give me never lieing
The true trust, the "I loved"
Clock noise hauling in the shadow
What we learn to live with !
Faithful barge that does not sink
Never your beautiful inclination so long!
Then mint leaf, old furniture
True confidences, true cafés
Beautiful and heavy like an old piece of furniture
Give yourself suddenly completely
My hand protects this lamp
Give yourself slowly and I will believe in it
There is frost on your temples
In your eyes rises a tide
Everything lies, you know from going too fast
O the sighs never soared!
I absolve your sadness, I hesitate
Give me this veiled voice
Of the wrong that has been done to you formerly
You will talk to me, your lovers
or you will be quiet, then the war
You will talk. Everything that lies
The cannonades in the plain
The handsome boys, the brass bands
behind the curtain of sorrows
O miracle of abandonements
The coat in the water, the widowhood
Throw your age in this bal
Make a vine shoot of your hurt
To burn take your torments
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