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Oh Poetry,my wine

Updated on July 15, 2016

La Môme Piaf ,by Greta Lain


December 1915



Ma vie-


Mother was singing


Father was struggling,


on a rope,drunk acrobat.


I was just there,breathing,


among them.


Belleville's pavements were gray


but pale rose,were my dreams.


I had no dreams back then


came later,voiced words


through my mouth,La Marseillaise


Je Repars A Zéro-


Give me strength Sainte Thérèse


I want to see again,to have eyes


and see.The brothel is full of blind images,


fragrances,sweat,women naked,


hedonist men.Grandma is here.


-You will see again ma petite.


You have to see the wheel of Fortune,


I am turning for you.


Oh Yes!I see!Fires and acrobats,


trampolines and red and white tents,


a circus caravan and my living there.


Allez!Venez,Millord!-


Sainte Thérèse,merci.


I have a voice,pale


with strength and courage.


I have two legs that i can step on


I have a voice that people pay for


I have a life to live for .


Ah Oui!Parlons en de la térre!-


I sing,Feeling Alive

my hands,i feel,i can touch the sky.


Lovers,Friends ,la fumeè,


l'alcool et les bouchones de champagne


1949,L'Hymne à L'Amour-


Marcel,what morphine to heal me?


What song to sing me?


What cross to save me?


My feet are feeling the sand,


Of a heated beach.A plane,


above my head,taking my foulard away.


Eyes that were gazing into mine.


Non! Je ne Regrette Rien!-


I continue to live in order to sing.


My veins are pierced a thousand times.


As Long As I Sing.


Sainte Thérèse,Avec mes souvenirs,


If i rest now,find my daughter


A woolen basket waiting


For me in your arms.


Do Not Close The Curtains!!


I Want To Sing!!


La Vie En Rose.


Ma Vie-


October 1963


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