August 19, 2009

• What makes a Man a Man

  
  Been listening to this song for a few years. it’s originally  written in French  by Charles Aznavour a song writer singer from France. I love the lyric very much  though I don’t know if they have been translated correctly…. just found the above clip and finally got the full version of the lyrics..

  MY mum and I we live alone a large apartment is our home in Fairhome Towers
  We have to keep us company 2 dogs, a cat a parakeet , some plants & flowers.
  I help my mother with the chores. I wash, she dries, I do the floors, we work together
  I shop & sew & cook a bit, though she does too, I must admit, I do it better.
  At night I work in a strange Bar, Impersonating every star. I’m quite deceiving.
  The customers come in with doubt and wonder what i”m all about but leave believing.
  I do a very special show, where I am nude from head to toe after strip teasing.
  Each night the men look so surprised, I change my sex before their eyes.
  Tell me if you can what makes a man a man.

  Around 3 o’clock or so I meet with chumes to have a bite, to eat & conversation.
  We talk & empty out our hearts on every subject from the arts to liberation.
  We love to pull apart someone and spread some gossip just for fun or start a rumor.
  We let our hair down so to speak and mock ourselves with tongue-in-cheek, & inside humor.
  So Many times we have to pay for having fun and being gay, it’s not amusing.
  There’s always those that spoil our games by finding fault and calling names, always accusing.
  They draw attention to themselves at the expense of someone else, it’s so confusing.
  Yet they make fun of how I walk and imitate the way I talk.
  Tell me if you can what makes a man a man.

  My masquerade comes to and end when I go home to bed again, Alone & Friendless.
  I close my eyes and think of hime & fantaise what might have been. My dreams are endless.
  We love each other but it seems , this love is only in my dreams it’s so one-sided.
  Yes in this life, I must confess, the search for love and happiness is Unrequited.
  I ask myself what I have got, what I am & what I’m not, what have I given.
  The answers come from those who make the rules, that some of us must break just to keep living.
  I know my life is not a Crime, I’m just a victim of my time, I stand defenseless.
  But nobody, nobody has the right to be the Judge of what is right for me
  Tell me if you can What makes a man a man

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