| Cette
chanson a été écrite début 1999.
Elle parle du calvaire d'une jeune mère miséreuse qui est
obligée d'abandonner son nouveau-né dans la rue et espère
qu'une personne fortunée et aimante le trouvera.
Elle a auparavant été abusée par un homme qui lui
promettait tout ce dont elle avait toujours rêvé. Mais à
l'annonce de sa grossesse, ce dernier la mis à la rue et elle se
retrouva ainsi sans rien, obligée à mendier. |
| Crying in the sand,
With the moon as the sun,
You're waiting the unknown
Who will take him to skies.
Sadness and joy
Are so similar
You don't know
Where lay down your heart.
You expect nothing else from life,
Just a little love for your child
You've left in a box to the luck on the road,
And then, and then ?
Maybe will he have a real family
Which can give him a proper life.
Or maybe will he die where he's born,
In a cardboard, under misery.
But you trust in your baby,
And in this father
Who will come one day.
You're waiting, you're waiting, you're waiting...
My poor Prudence, men aren't born equal,
My poor Prudence, justice isn't real.
My sweat Prudence, men aren't born equal,
My dear Prudence, so beautiful...
So beautiful in your glass rags,
Shining like a star,
Shining like a goddess !
Prudence... |
