Quand même
Édith Piaf
Still
Everyday happiness,
Honestly, means nothing to me.
Virtue is just weakness
That sees its end in the sky.
I prefer the promise
Of artificial paradises.
I know that at the door of a bar
Where I’ll have drunk to the extreme,
They’ll pick up somewhere
My burned body on a stretcher.
I drink anyway...
That under the drug slowly,
From ecstasy to ultimate ecstasy,
I approach relentlessly
The dark asylum of the insane.
I take it anyway...
I know that in the femme fatale,
In the arms of a lover too pale,
The horrible evil will seep in
That we die from in a hospital bed.
I love it anyway...
My restless senses,
Searching to get high
On the adventure of shady nights,
Bring me something new.
Desire tightens my mouth.
Pleasure burns my skin.
I know that at the door of a bar
Where I’ll have drunk to the extreme,
They’ll pick up somewhere
My burned body on a stretcher.
I drink anyway...
That under the drug slowly,
From ecstasy to ultimate ecstasy,
I approach relentlessly
The dark asylum of the insane.
I take it anyway...
I know that in the femme fatale,
In the arms of a lover too pale,
The horrible evil will seep in
That we die from in a hospital bed.
I love it anyway...
