Le Chanteur
Clara Luciani
The Singer
What a terrible mistake
Falling in love with the singer
The radio clutched to her heart
His voice, his ear
It's pure gold, it's honey
All his love songs must surely have been written for her
She imagines herself clinging to his arm
Every Sunday night, going to the movies
But you don't marry singers any more than you marry comets
Shooting stars, poets
You don't marry singers
It's like trying to lock up the wind
It's like pinning a butterfly
It's putting A lion in a cage
You don't marry singers
It's like trying to lock up the wind
It's like pinning a butterfly
It's putting A lion in a cage
You don't marry singers
It's like trying to lock up the wind
It's not really possible
Amateur mistake
Falling in love with the singer
Pale blue suit, laughing girl trap
Last night on TV
She He saw him hesitate
Are you happy in love? He lowered his eyes, he's a secretive man
She sees herself clinging to his arm
Every Sunday evening, going to the movies
You don't marry singers
It's like trying to lock up the wind
It's like pinning a butterfly
It's putting A lion in a cage
You don't marry singers
It's like trying to lock up the wind
It's like pinning a butterfly
It's putting A lion in a cage
You don't marry singers
It's like trying to lock up the wind
It's not really possible
You don't marry singers any more than you marry comets
Shooting stars, poets
To believe it, you'd have to be stupid
As if I were stupid
You don't marry singers
It's like trying to lock up the wind
It's like pinning a butterfly
It's putting A lion in a cage
You don't marry singers
It's like trying to lock up the wind
It's like pinning a butterfly
It's putting A lion in a cage
You don't marry singers
It's like trying to lock up the wind
It's not really possible
You don't marry singers
It's like trying to lock up the wind
You don't marry singers
It's like trying to lock up the wind
It's not really possible
