P... de Toi

Back then, I was living in the clouds
The joys of this world were all off-limits to me
I planted violets and sang for nothing
And reached out to lost cats

Ah ah ah ah damn you
Ah ah ah ah ah ah poor me

One rainy night, there’s a knock at my door
I rush to open it, probably a new cat
Holy shit, what a beautiful feline the storm brought me
It was you, it was you, it was you

With slit eyes and a pistachio hue
You placed your velvet paw on my heart
Luckily for me, you didn’t have a mustache
And your virtue didn’t weigh too much

At the four corners of my bohemian life
You carried, you carried the fire of your youth
And for me, for my cats, for my flowers, my poems
You were the rain and the sunshine

But time passes and mows down blindly
Our love was barely ripening when already
You burned my songs, spat on my violets
And made my cats miserable

The last straw, you miserable bitch
Since there was nothing left in the pantry
You ran without shame, and for a cutlet
Threw yourself into the butcher's bed

It was over, you crossed the line
And, renouncing the frivolous loves of this world
I went back up to the clouds taking my horns
My songs, and my flowers, and my cats