Sanoja: Daniel Darc. Parce Que. Pauvre Petite.

And then one damp spring morning
She walked away from my world
Attracted by her plaintive past
A life where looks transcend books
Pauvre petite ! Pauvre petite !

It wasn?t very hard to see
The girl had really got me
And tenderness is such a lie
But without it I?d crawl up and die
Pauvre petite ! Pauvre petite !

How can one person be so wrong
The silence crippled every tongue
Those melting moods and breathless kisses
And doubtful treats on silent sheets
Pauvre petite ! Pauvre petite !