Miséricorde

I’ll never pray again
I’ll never laugh again
With their sweet talk
They killed my lover
The bell can ring
The priest can mumble
That won’t bring him back
Into my arms
With a thoughtful air
And a determined voice
He said, "Let’s go!"
"You gotta stand up for your beliefs!"
But despite his big mouth
And the way he hid his eyes
I wasn’t alone
Crying on the dock

Mercy!
Mercy!
The little white crosses
Have Sundays
That aren’t so bright

The blue sky of a little dance
Over by Bougival
In my amazed eyes
Keeps spinning around

Just seeing the barges
We dreamed of traveling
For those who aren’t rich
You just gotta dream
The garden we’d have
Would be full of lilacs…
And the kid we’d have
Would be named Jean-François…
Beautiful dreams are free
For me, the only thing left
Is the smell of his jacket
When I danced against him

That’s all that brings me closer
To the one I adored
But life is so ugly
That even that, I’ll forget

Mercy!
Mercy!
Mercy!