Ballade At Thirty Five lyrics

Song information

Artist: Carala Bruni
Album: No Promises

Lyrics

This, no song of ingénue
This, no ballad of innocence;
This, the rhyme of a lady who
Followed ever the natural bents
This, a solo of sapience
This, a chantey of sophistry
This, the sum of experiments, --
I loved them until they loved me

Decked in garments of sable hue
Daubed with ashes of myriad lents
Wearing shower bouquets of rue
Walk I ever in penitence
Oft I roam, as my heart repents
Through god's acre of memory
Marking stones, in my reverence
"I loved them until they loved me."

Pictures pass me in long review,--
Marching columns of dead events
I was tender, and, often, true;
Ever a prey to coincidence
Always knew I the consequence;
Always saw what the end would be
We're as nature has made us -- hence
I loved them until they loved me

Princes, never I'd give offense
Won't you think of me tenderly?
Here's my strength and my weakness, gents -
I loved them until they loved me