Brassens, Brel, Ferré

6 janvier 1969.

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  1. When all you have left are your memories,
    And diamonds and pearls for company.
    I’ll be sailing to Santa Lucia on the ocean breeze,
    With the moon and my scars for company.
    In your bedroom you keep an iron cage,
    Where a blackbird sings her freedom song ;
    For you know the true value of having slaves,
    They sing the saddest of songs.
    Medusa you robbed me of my youth,
    Abandoned me on the tropic of solitude ;
    Seducer of the shipwrecked and forlorn,
    You told me to undress,
    Then crowned my head with thorns.
    Medusa you robbed me of my youth,
    Abandoned me on the tropic of solitude ;
    Seducer of the shipwrecked and forlorn,
    You told me to get dressed,
    Then turned my heart to stone.

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