Carla Bruni - Ballade At Thirty Five lyrics

This, no song of an entre nous

This, no ballad of innocence

This, the rhyme of a lady who

Followed ever her natural bents

This, a solo of sapience

This, a chantey of sophistry

This, the sum of experiments

I loved them 'til they loved me

I loved them 'til they loved me

I loved them 'til 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 acres of memory

Marking stones in my reverence

I loved them 'til they loved me

I loved them 'til they loved me

I loved them 'til 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 'til they loved me

I loved them 'til they loved me

I loved them 'til they loved me

Princes, never I'd give offense

Won't you think of me tenderly?

Here's my strength and my weakness, gents

This, the song of an entre nous

This, the ballad of innocence

This, the rhyme of a lady who