Carla Bruni - Ballad At Thirty-Five lyrics

rate me

This, no song of ingenue

This, no ballad of innocence

This, the rhyme of a lady who

Followed ever the natural bents

This, a solo of sapience

This, a chantey of sophistry

This, the sum of experiments

I loved them until they loved me

Decked in garments of sable hue,

Daubed with ashes of myriad Lents

Wearing shower bouquets of rue

Walk I ever in penitence

Oft I roam, as my heart repents

Through God's acre of memory

Marking stones, in my reverence

"I loved them until they loved me"

Pictures pass me in long review

Marching columns of dead events

I was tender, and, often, true

Ever a prey to coincidence

Always knew I the consequence

Always saw what the end would be

We're as Nature has made us hence

I loved them until they loved me

Princes, never I'd give offense,

Won't you think of me tenderly ?

Here's my strength and my weakness, gents

I loved them until they loved me.