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On my street

I live in the corner of the old Montmartre,
My father comes home drunk every night,
And in order to feed the all four of us,
My poor mother works at the laundry.
Whenever I'm sick, I lean next my window,
Watching the people passing by to who knows where
And when the day is about to fade away,
There are some strange things that scare me a bit.
 
On my street, there are people strolling around,
I can hear them whisper in the night
Whenever I fall asleep, lulled by some tune,
All of the sudden I'm awakened by screams,
Whistles, and lurking footsteps,
Which come and go
Then there's a silence that makes my heart freeze all at once.
 
On my street, there are shadows, walking around
And I tremble, and I'm cold, and I'm afraid.
 
One day my father told me: "My daughter,
You will not stay here forever
You're good for nothing in this family,
So you'd better earn your bread.
Men seem to find you quite attractive,
All you have to do is leave at night
There are a lot of women who earn their living
By walking the sidewalks."
 
On my street, there are women strolling around,
I hear them singing and at night,
Whenever I fall asleep, lulled by some old song,
All of the sudden I'm awakened by screams,
Whistles, and lurking footsteps,
Which come and go
Then there's a silence that makes my heart freeze all at once.
 
On my street, there are women walking around,
And I tremble, and I'm cold, and I'm afraid.
 
And for weeks and weeks now,
I haven't got a home anymore, I have no money
I don't know how other girls do it,
But I couldn't find any customer.
I begged for charity,
For a piece of bread, a little warmth,
I'm not much of a bold/audacious girl
But now I'm the one who scare them.
 
On my street, every night, I walk around
You can hear me sobbing there, and at night,
When the wind blows its old song into the dark sky,
My body gets completely chilled by the rain,
I can't take it anymore, I wait
God to come and take me, hoping
That he will invite me to warm myself right next to Him.
 
On my street there are angles who guide me
My nightmare is all over now, forever!
 
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