La vieille
Serge Reggiani
The Old Lady
It's not tomorrow, tomorrow, the old lady
That you'll see your boys again
Who left your home
Sixth floor, view of the courtyard
For the smiles and for the love
You had to iron the day before
So many years have gone by
We've forgotten the old lady
Life was a wonder
And like others caught between two ages
I lost my picture book
And that's when the past began
I don't know why
Tonight
I wonder
In which garden you sleep
The old lady at the end of your journey
In which garden you sleep
Under what landscape
My old lady, my poor sweet
Julien's a hunter in Africa
Pierre, I don't know what in America
We used to write to each other sometimes
I think they made some beautiful memories
And me, it's been a long time
Since I heard from them
I've had women and ideas
Luck hung itself around my neck
They followed me, they left me
I waged war, I lost it
For a long time, I was so bold
And then I grew old in silence
I don't know why
Tonight
I wonder
In which garden you sleep
The old lady at the end of your journey
In which garden you sleep
Under what landscape
My old lady, my poor sweet
We don't know why
One evening
In a room
We're not used to it anymore
Then suddenly the heart is surprised
By this solitude
That comes like autumn
My old lady, my mother, my sweet
