Paroles de Cyrano Of Bergerac

This is the story of more than a man A notable gentleman (born in Bergerac) Who his life gave for impossible goals That both time and fortune stole In a soulless world Where all is such cold as false Where all has been whirled As if was a mad waltz I mean to be like The warm spirit of a song Noble and dreamlike Now and for so long In the battle and the poetry Brave and dashing I will be And when foes came ten to one Was a foul game and I won While I made rhymes with the wit sword And when love came light which glows Was my sad shame: heart or nose Nose she chose Falls the curtain Making certain I'm not shadow of my friend But the glory Wrote my story True love I'll defend To the end But the drama had Words behind good appearance His beauty was clad With my spirit and romance But the beauty died And soon the voice was got mute Letters dulcified Turn into spoilt fruit In my dreams and false illusions Sweetest lover I will be And when love came light which glows Was my sad shame: heart or nose Nose she chose I'm dying Death can't catch A sole thing, my penache! Now I see What my soul didn't Ideal true love, real would be If my eyes has been my heart My eyes show pain now I know he's free And he'll never be close to me Hero who romantically died Poet who made people sadly cry Your mind, can't find, can't find A strong bind, a sure bind Lover who can love with no reward Gentleman whom will sing all the bards Your mind, can find, can find A solid sign for world is not so blind