Bénabar "La coquette" lyrics

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La coquette

Elle habite le musee de sa jeunesse evanouieElle propose un biscuit on dit non elle dit siElle a retire tous les miroirsElle evite son reflet ne veut plus se voirElle vit entouree de photos du passeSon visage d'alors, son tresor, son tropheePeau de peche au tissu tendu de satinMais le temps se depeche et reprend son bienLes plus jolies fleurs ternissent et se fanentLes jeunes filles qu'ont de la chance deviennent de vieilles femmesSa peau froissee c'est un drap qu'on agrippeUn mouchoir pour pleurer son mari qui nous quitteUn trait sur son front pour chacun de ses garconsEt les paupieres fripees ses enfants qui s'en vontSes mains qui se deplient sont des araigneesQui font peur aux petits mais rassurent leurs ainesLes trainees aux coins des yeux sont le lit des fleuvesOu s'ecoulent peu a peu les larmes des veuvesElle dit que les annees ecrivent sur les visagesEt que les ratures encombrent la pageProfitons du beau temps avant l'averseElle tue le temps avant l'inverseElle refuse et regrette, elle est vieille maintenantEn excuse, elle repete, elle etait belle avantMais les plus jolies fleurs ternissent et se fanentLes jeunes filles qu'ont de la chance deviennent de vieilles femmesQui ont la beaute des pyramides ou du LouvreLa beaute des montagnes, des glaciers qui les couvent.

The coquette

She lives in the museum of her lost youthShe offers a cookie they say not she said yesShe withdrew all the mirrorsShe avoids her reflection she no longer wants to see herselfShe lives surrounded by photos from the pastHer face from that time, her treasure, her trophyPeachy skin and stretched satin clothesBut the time hurries up and takes back its goodThe prettiest flowers tarnish and fadeThe young girls that are lucky become old womenThe wrinkled skin it is a sheet which they grabA handkerchief to mourn her husband who leaves usA feature on the forehead for each of herboysAnd eyelids wrinkled her children that goHer unfold hands are spidersWhich frighten little babies but reassure their eldersThe trails from the corners of the eyes are the bed of riversWhere little by little flow the tears of widowsShe said that the years were written on her faceAnd that deletions block the pageLets take advantage of the fine weather before the torrential rainShe kills the time before the oppositeShe refuses and regrets, she is old nowIn excuse, she repeats, she was beautiful beforeBut the prettiest flowers tarnish and fadeThe girls that are lucky become old womenWhich have the beauty of the pyramids or of LouvreThe beauty of mountains, glaciers that brood them.

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