La Dame de Haute-Savoie :- The Lady of Haute-Savoie

When I will be tired
Of smiling at those people who crush me
When I will be tired
Of always telling them the same things
When their words bust into splinters
When there will only be walls in front of me
I will go and sleep at the lady of Haute-Savoie

When I will be tired
Of advancing in the mists of a dream
When I will be tired
Of a job where you're alright, where you die
When tomorrow will only bring to me
The inhumane cries of a desperate pack
I will go and sleep at the lady of Haute-Savoie

There are stars running
In the snow around her wooden chalet
There are wreaths hanging down from the roof
And the night is coming down
On the white firs
When she snaps her fingers
When she snaps her fingers

When I've given everything
Written everything, when I won't belong here anymore
Instead of throwing myself on the first Jesus Christ I see
I will take my guitar with me
And maybe my dog, if he's still there
And I will go and sleep at the lady of Haute-Savoie


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