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I live at the corner of old Montmartre

my father returns drunk every night

and the four of us are fed (And in order to feed us)

My poor mother works at the washhouse

I am sick, I dream through my window

I look people pass

when the day comes to vanish

there are things that brought me a little fear

in my street there are people who take a walk

I hear their whispers in the night

when I’m sent to sleep nourished by the corny old tunes

I am suddenly waken from the cries

the final whistle, to stop those lurking, who come and go

then the silence that makes me cold in every heart

in my street there are ghosts who take a walk

and I shake and I am cold and I am afraid

my father he tells me one day: “ daughter,

you will not stay here forvever

you are good at nothing, this is familly

You ought to try to find a way to...

the men find you rather pretty

You'd only have to go out [to work] at night

there are good women who earn their living

in “ dangling themselves over the sidewalk” 

In my street there are women who take a walk

I hear them sing softly in the night

when I’m sent to sleep nourished by the corny old tunes

I am suddenly am waken from the cries

the final whistle, to stop those lurking, who go and come

then the silence that makes me cold my whole heart

in my street there are women who take a walk

and I shake and I’m cold and I’m afraid

And now it's already been weeks and weeks that

I have no longer a home, money

I don't know how the others make it through

but I didn’t try looking for clinets 

I asked all people who passed by for charity

a piece of bread, a little bit of warmth

I had however not much of boldness

now it is me who makes them afraid

in my street all nights I go for a walk

they hear me sob in the night

when the wind drops from the heavens it's corny old tune

all my body is ice for the rain

but I can’t anymore, I waited ceaselessly (for the good god to come)

an invitation to be warmed all near him

in my street there are angels who are taking me away

for always my nightmares are finished

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*my mirror