Life's whirlpool of days
She had rings on every finger More bracelets that I can tell; She was the kind of singer To put me under a spell.
She had eyes, eyes of opal That fascinated me Her pale face was an oval What a fatal femme fatale!
We met with a kiss A hit -- then a miss It wasn't all a bliss We parted in the night
We went our own ways In Life's whirlpool of days One night I saw her . Again, an enchanted sight
I knew her after a while By her mysterious smile Her face -- a pale oval Moved me more than ever
I drank as I heard her sing Alcohol removes time's sting t I awoke somehow With her kiss on my brow
We met with a kiss A hit -- then a miss It wasn't all bliss We held each other tight
We went our own ways In Life's whirlpool of days Again I saw her one night Again her smile was alight
When you kiss Why miss? When you return Why be stern?
Together we make our ways In Life's whirlpool of days We go round and round Both together bound.
--i kept my promise to somebody and posted this. this might be the only Truffaut work i had watched, i liked it. i absolutely adore Jeanne Moreau. why french women are so attractive?? i believe this was one of the earlier pieces from the "new wave" of french movies in the 1960's. love how french movies are always trying to show the true beauty of life, not like the "decorated" ones from Hollywood. and, you know what, i have no idea what they are talking and singing about. Basicly, the girl was in love with the guy playing guitar. but she was living with another guy. at the end she drove a jeep with the guy she loved and went straight into the river!! crazy woman( when women are in love they could be crazy)!!
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