Les Yeux Turquoise Des Soeurs Siamoises
Manu Chao
The Turquoise Eyes of the Siamese Sisters
The turquoise eyes of the Siamese sisters
make all the damned swoon
who every night at the back of the bar
come back to face the fallen night…
The turquoise eyes of the Siamese sisters
are like two beacons where all the gentlemen
crash in the fog
came to brave their slanted eyes.
The turquoise eyes of the Siamese sisters
have seen all our elders pass by
who every night came to see them
their eyes wild to get married…
The turquoise eyes of the Siamese sisters
are a bouquet of withered flowers…
The turquoise eyes of the Siamese sisters
are a bouquet of withered flowers…
from seeing too often pass by
the same stories, the good, the bad,
who every night at the back of the bar
come back to brave their icy eyes.
The turquoise eyes of the Siamese sisters
are a bouquet of withered flowers…
The turquoise eyes of the Siamese sisters
are not the kind you can tame…
The turquoise eyes of the Siamese sisters
are a bouquet of withered flowers…
