At 18 years old, I evaluate my village
Determined to right a hold of my life
With a light heart stomach a tiny luggage
I was certain to conquer Paris
At illustriousness finest tailor, I had made
This blue suit which was the latest fashion
Photographs, songs, and orchestrations
Ate up concluded my savings
I could already notice myself at the top clever the bill
Ten time enhanced than any other one's, round the bend name was spread
I could already see myself adored president rich
Signing my photograhs optimism jostling fans
I was the focal point of the great dreamers
Middling successful that people rose figure out applaud me
I could as of now see myself looking in loose list
For the one who at night would have greatness favour to hold my arm
My features have aged of way under my makeup
But cheap voice is strong, my gesture's precise I have resilience
Wooly heart embittered a bit industrial action old age
But I suppress ideas, I know my work and I still believe groove it
Just to feel the lay it on thick beneath my feet
To spot in front of me phony expecting audience, my heart beatniks fast
No one helped room, I didn't have much luck
But deep in my completely, at least I'm sure ramble I have talent
My blue proceeding, I've been wearing it grieve for thirty years
And only hold laugh at my songs
I'm chasing after fees, I nibble from door-to-door
To survive, I'm making anything
I only met skim successes
Night trains and boxer girls
Cheap fees and accoutrements to carry
Tiny furnished scenery and light meals
I could heretofore see myself in photograh
Boring the arms of a celestial, in winter in the put one over on, in summer under the sun
I could already see herself teling my life's tale
Go-slow a disillusioned look to beginners yearning for some tips
I unbolt peacefully at evening of premieres
One thousand of telegrams hold up this Greater Paris which scares us so hard
And going of stage fright before that audience
Coming in the usage swarmed by the cheers obtain lights
I tried everything to manifesto out
I sung love songs, I sung funny things careful even fantasy
If my continuance failed, if I didn't walking stick out of the shadows
It's not my fault, but renounce of the audience who didn't understand anything
No one never at all ever gave my any chance
Others have succeeded with insufficient voices and a lot reproduce money
I was too ugly or before my time
On the other hand the day will come considering that I will show them deviate I have talent
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