La Religieuse
Céline Dion
The Nun
Even on her knees, even in prayer
She remembers Italy
Jesus, Mary, and our Father
It's an understatement to say she forgets you
On the other side of hell
She remembers saying yes
To passion, to the light
To crazy love, to infinity
And praying to that man on the cross
Is still giving herself to him
And when those thoughts come to her
She barely blushes
The nun, like me
Has nights of love in nostalgia
The nun sometimes
Has long sobs of jealousy
Even on her knees, even in prayer
She hears his voice calling her
She sees boats on the sea
She recalls hotel rooms
There’s the sunshine of life
There are lips that whisper
To lips thirsty with desire
And praying to that man on the cross
Is still giving herself to him
And when those thoughts come to her
She barely blushes
The nun, like me
Has nights of love in nostalgia
The nun sometimes
Has long sobs of jealousy
Even on her knees, even in prayer
She feels shivers of desire
So many sorcerers enchant her
That the devil takes pleasure in it
She may tie up her hair
Under an anonymous wimple
But she can't lower her eyes
Fear of evil feminizes her
And praying to that man on the cross
Is still giving herself to him
And when those thoughts come to her
She barely blushes
The nun, like me
Has nights of love in nostalgia
The nun sometimes
Has long sobs of jealousy
