When I was the most beautiful in my life
When I was the most beautiful in my life
The city was falling apart
I could see blue skies and stuff from the most ridiculous places
When I was the most beautiful in my life
So many people died around me
In a factory, in the ocean, on a nameless island
I lost the chance to be fashionable
When I was the most beautiful in my life
No one offered me a gift
Men only know how to raise their hands in salute
They all left with nothing but a gentle gaze in their eyes
When I was the most beautiful in my life
My head was empty
My heart was closed tight
Only my arms and legs glowed like chestnut brown color
When I was the most beautiful in my life
My country lost the war
How could it be so stupid?
Rolled up the arms of my blouse
I walked around the menial streets
When I was the most beautiful in my life
Jazz was on the radio
I felt dizzy as I smoke again after quitting
Devoured the sweet melody of foreign lands
When I was the most beautiful in my life
I was so unhappy
I was so absurd
I was so lonely
So I decided to live as long as I could
Like Grandpa Rouault in France, who painted some of the most beautiful pictures when he became old
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