Ballade At Thirty-Five lyrics - Carla Bruni

This, no song of ingénue

This, no ballad of innocence

This, the rhyme of a lady who

Followed ever the natural bents

This, a solo of sapience

This, a chantey of sophistry

This, the sum of experiments, -

I loved them until they loved me

Decked in garments of sable hue

Daubed with ashes of myriad Lents

Wearing shower bouquets of rue

Walk I ever in penitence

Oft I roam, as my heart repents

Through God's acre of memory

Marking stones, in my reverence

"I loved them until they loved me."

Pictures pass me in long review, -

Marching columns of dead events

I was tender, and, often, true

Ever a prey to coincidence

Always knew I the consequence

Always saw what the end would be

We're as Nature has made us - hence

I loved them until they loved me

Princes, never I'd give offense

Won't you think of me tenderly?

Here's my strength and my weakness, gents -

I loved them until they loved me