Текст песни Manic Street Preachers - La Tristesse Durera
Manic Street Preachers - La Tristesse Durera слова песни
Life has been unfaithfulAnd it all promised so so muchI am a relicI am just a petrified cryWheeled out once a year, a cenotaph souvenirThe applause nails down my silenceLa tristesse dureraScream to a sigh, to a sighLa tristesse dureraScream to sigh, to a sighI see liberalsI am just a fashion accessoryPeople send postcardsAnd they all hope I`m feeling wellI retreat into self-pity, it`s so easyWhere they patronise my miseryLa tristesse dureraScream to a sigh, to a sighLa tristesse dureraScream to a sigh, to a sighLa tristesse dureraScream to a sigh, to a sighLa tristesse dureraScream to a sigh, to a sighI sold my medalIt paid a billIt sells at market stallsParades Milan catwalksThe sadness will never goWill never go awayBaby it`s here to stayLa tristesse dureraScream to a sigh, to a sigh