La vierge folle
Degas
You are passing by

 

You see her in her crystal cage                                                                                          

 

She is like a danseuse

 

In an old carillon

 

She smiles her crazy smile

 

She dances her wild dance

 

You have no choice but-

 

                you have to let her go.

 

 

People stop by

 

People laugh at her

 

Blissfully unaware

 

Dressed up in feathers and boas

 

With her Bahia hat

 

Made of mangoes and bananas

 

You have no choice but

 

                    you have to let her go.

 

 

You’d like to run away

 

You’d like to hide

 

Except you cannot move

 

You are mesmerised

 

With her perfect porcelain teeth

 

She eats her broken heart

 

Her once blue-skied eyes

 

Are now watery and pale

 

Her oh-so-milky skin

 

Is transparent as glass

 

Her once tangled golden maze

 

Is now fluffy ashes

 

You could break her

 

Except you cannot  -already done

 

You have no choice but –

 

             you have to let her go.  

 

 

You sucked her tender youth

 

You devoured her beauty

 

You wasted her soft skin

 

You stole magic dreams

 

With your net of lies

 

You destroyed her innocence

 

You corrupted her bones

 

You walked all over her heart

 

Wearing her 12-inches stilettos

 

Now there she is

 

Dancing like crazy

 

Singing like she did not even care

 

A poupette without feelings

 

In a sleepless, timeless crystal tower

 

A wooden princess in a cage

 

You, his minstrel

 

Her, your mistress – not your lady, beware

 

Not the sole queen of your heart.

 

 

Betrayal tore her apart

 

She threw away her crimson lips

 

She slept with her worst nightmares

 

Out of pure hate for you

 

You, who used to read her Lee Masters

 

“There is no marriage in heaven.

 

But there is love”.

 

What does she have now?

 

Her unrequited love

 

Smelling of bitter almonds

 

Her never-ending rage

 

Her crystal cage.

 

Now you cannot stop staring

 

She laughs and laughs and laughs

 

As is she did not care anymore

 

 

Ain’t  no choice my friend

 

–          you have to let her go.

 

 

Degas
Degas
Degas