When I left Australia for a six week holiday many years ago, I had no idea I would end up in Paris, stay there for 3 years, and pine for her every day since I left.
I heard this recently and watched it on Youtube, and the tune is so catchy I find myself humming and singing it when I least expect it :-)
Ma chambre a la forme d’une cage
Le soleil passe son bras par la fenêtre
Les chasseurs à ma porte comme les p’tit soldats
Qui veulent me prendre
*Je ne veux pas travailler
Je ne veux pas déjeuner
Je veux seulement oublier
Et puis je fume
Déjà j’ai connu le parfum de l’amour
Un million de roses n’embaumerait pas autant
Maintenant une seule fleur dans mes entourages
Me rend malade
Repeat *
**Je ne suis pas fière de ça vie qui veut me tuer
C’est magnifique être sympatique
Mais je n’le connais jamais
Repeat *,**,*
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My room is a form of a cage,
The sun streams through the window,
the bellhops are at my door like those little soldiers
who want to take me away.
*I don’t want to work,
I don’t want to lunch
I only want to forget
and so I smoke.
Long ago I knew the smell of love,
a million roses didn’t smell as sweet.
Now a single flower in my way
makes me sick.
Repeat *
**I am not proud of this life
that wants to kill me.
It’s magnificent to be nice
but I have never known this.
Repeat *,**,*
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