Текст песни Joan Baez - Milanese Waltz/ Marie Flore
Joan Baez - Milanese Waltz/ Marie Flore слова песни
Marie, Marie Flore was a small girl of ten whom I met in the south end of FranceStepping out of a crowd was the daughter of someone with flowers for me, we were friends at a glanceShe spoke no English but sat by my side in the carAnd pointed out places en route to the village of ArlesMarie, Marie Flore came to table that night as I dined in an ancient hotelThe room was all fitted with things from the seventeenth century and they suited her wellShe would eat nothing but sat in her chair like a queenAnd laughed at my French but seemed always to know what I meanMarie, Marie Flore came to hear me that night when I sang for the people of ArlesShe stood back in the shadows of a ruined arena, her frame in my mind was never too farIn the rush that did follow, I found she was holding my handAnd ushering me through an evening the elders had plannedMarie, Marie Flore, I will always remember your eyes, your smile, and your graceThe gold that flowed with your laughter remain to enlighten the image I have of your faceFor I have seen children whose faces are wiser than timeAnd you, my Marie, are most certainly one of that kindMarie, Marie Flore, all the odds say I`ll see you again, by plan or by chanceBut if not, you`ll be there when I`m dreaming of rain over Paris, or sun in the south end of FranceMarie, Marie, Marie Flore...