Caroline
Charles Aznavour
Caroline
In the infernal tumult
Of a gigantic ball
On July 14th
Your heart, in its own way
Started a revolution
But only your body danced
The carmagnole
You accepted your fate
But still kept
Despite your frivolous airs
Your heart for the man of your life
Caroline darling
In the immense whirlwind
When the hell of passions
Ignited minds
You simply armed yourself
With your beauty alone
You knew at all costs
To keep your head
Making concessions
For the soul has its reasons
That reason rejects
Love is worth a few follies
Caroline darling
You lived off the wild harvest
Of the sweet springs of your life
And when you cried no
Everything in you seemed to say yes
To love as to love
You followed the path
Drawn by your fate
And your youth in peril
Hanging by a thread
Belonged to nothing, to no one
But dreamed of the man who
Lights up his nights
Who revolutionizes you
Bringing you joy with this cry
Caroline darling