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Autobiographie
I've opened my eyes to a sad piece of furniture...
Rue Monsieur Le Prince in the Quartier Latin
In a world of singers and artists...
What had a past, but no future
Wonderful people and a little eccentric
Who spoke Russian and Armenian...
If my father was an operetta singer...
Blessed with a voice I still envy...
My mother held the maid's job
And their troop wasn't rolling on gold...
But my sister and I had a field day
Huddled in a corner behind a set
All these actors who had dependants
But whose French was hesitant
Had to accept to make a living
The first job that was vacant
Driving a taxi or pulling the needle
That could be done with an accent
After work on weekdays
These frustrated actors rehearsed for a long
Just for fun one eve a fortnight
To give themselves oblivion about money troubles...
And die of stage fright when coming on stage.
In front of an audience made of emigrants
When the month ends were tough
When it was cold and the bread was missing...
We often went shameful and feverish
At the Mont de piété, where they used to pledge
An old samovar, trivial things...
Objects from the past that we were fond of
We talked about those who died near the Bosporus...
Drank to life, drank to friends...
The women cryied, and until dawn...
The men sang some old refrains
Who came from afar, from the depths of folklore...
Where lived death and love and wine...
We always had friends at table
What little we had we did share.
My parents said, "It had to be hell...
If tomorrow heaven wouldn't reward us."
This was not a charitable gesture:
They loved others, and God was helping us...
While in front of frying pans and saucepans
My father was looking for his position
Day and night under a parafine lamp
My mother used to embroider for a great fashion house
What about us before we went to school?
We did clean up and shopping
So I grew up without restraint.
Getting drunk at night, working by day...
My life has known various fortunes
I almost died, I found love...
I've had children who've seen me more than once...
remember with a heavy heart
La la di la la la...
Rue Monsieur Le Prince in the Quartier Latin
In a world of singers and artists...
What had a past, but no future
Wonderful people and a little eccentric
Who spoke Russian and Armenian...
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Adicionado por 
tedtheted em 2020-05-20
tedtheted em 2020-05-20 Adicionado em resposta ao pedido de 
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Idioms from "Autobiographie"
| 1. | field day |
| 2. | With a heavy heart |
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