La Tritesse Durera — текст песни (Manic Street Preachers)

Lyrics by richey james and nicky wire, music by james dean bradfield and sean moore





Life has been unfaithful

And it all promised so so much

I am a relic

I am just a petrified cry

Wheeled out once a year, a cenotaph souvenir

The applause nails down my silence



La tristesse durera

Scream to a sigh, to a sigh



I see liberals

I am just a fashion accessory

People send postcards

And they all hope Im feeling well

I retreat into self-pity, its so easy

Where they patronise my misery



La tristesse durera

Scream to a sigh, to a sigh



I sold my medal

It paid a bill

It sells at market stalls

Parades milan catwalks

The sadness will never go

Will never go away

Baby its here to stay



La tristesse durera

Scream to a sigh, to a sigh