Cécile Corbel "Garden District" lyrics

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Garden District

Vienne la nuit, viennent les signesPoupée esprit, trois aiguilles finesJe porte les robes grises deCelles qui savent la danse

C'est comme un souffle, un soupirQuand viens le jour, je m'enfuis

Et le mal brûle dans mon âmeBrûle dans mon coeurSans aucune flammeSigne de croix, traces sur le sableLes figures qui me parlentReine, valet ou roi

Cartes tirées, la vie défileCafé au lait, coton et filJe connais la magie blanche etCelle qui se manigance

J'ai un amant, d'un rien crééCire et charbon, en secret

Et le mal brûle dans mon âmeBrûle dans mon coeurSans aucune flammeSigne de croix, traces sur le sableLes figures qui me parlentReine, valet ou roi

Garden District

Should night come, should signs appearA doll of magic spell, three fine needlesI wear robes of grey of thoseWho know this dance

It is like a breath, a sighWhen day comes I'm gone

And the evil blazes in my soulBlazes in my heartWithout any flameThe sign of cross, traces on the sandThe figures that talk to meThe Queen, Jack and King

Cards drawn, life's on scrollCafé au lait, cotton wool and threadI know white magic andWhat's brewing right now

I have a lover, created out of naught,Out of wax and charcoal, in secret

And the evil blazes in my soulBlazes in my heartWithout any flameThe sign of cross, traces on the sandThe figures that talk to meThe Queen, Jack and King

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