Ma mère
Clara Luciani
My mother
She's a bit of a witch
She inherited her charms
Jet under her eyelid
My mother
She's inconsolable
With an inexplicable, ancestral sadness
An adornment that overwhelms her
My mother
But from mother to daughter
And little by little
We repent
We make amends
Finally, I understood you
Ah-ah from mother to daughter
And little by little
We repent
We make amends
Finally, I understood you
Our identical smiles
Only you know what cryptic secrets they conceal
I mimed your music
My mother
My blood makes its way
It carries its history, it remembers it
Powerful as wine
My mother
But from mother to daughter
And little by little
We repent
We make amends
Finally, I understood you
Ah-ah from mother to daughter
And little by little
We repent
We make amends
Finally, I understood you Understood
You see, Mom
I understand you
From mother to daughter
And little by little
We repent
We make amends
Finally
From mother to daughter
And little by little
We repent
We make amends
Finally, I understand you
