Biografia:
Carla Bruni Tedeschi (Turim - Itália, 23 de dezembro de 1968) é uma cantora e compositora italiana. Tornou-se recentemente a primeira-dama da França, ao casar-se com Nicolas Sarkozy.
Depois de uma carreira bem sucedida como modelo entre 1987 e 1998, trocou as passarelas pela música, com três discos lançados atualmente: "Quelqu'un m'a dit" (2002, cantado em francês), "No promises" (2006, em inglês) e "Comme Si de Rien N'Etait" (2008, numa tradução rápida
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Outras músicas:
- Ballad At Thirty-five
- Ballade At Thirty Five
- L'amour
- La Derniere Minute
- La Noyée
- Le Ciel Dans Une Chambre
- Le Plus Beau Du Quartier
- Le Toi Du Moi
- Les Plus Beau Du Quartier
- Little French Song
- Quelqu'un M'a Dit
- Raphael
- Tout Le Monde
- Tu Es Ma Came
- You Belong To Me
- Afternoon
- At Last The Secret It Out
- Autumn
- Ballade At Thirty
- Before The World Was Made
- Chanson Triste
- Chez Keith Et Anita
- Comme Si De Rien N Etait
- Deranger Les Pierres
- I Felt My Life With Both My Hands
- I Went To Heaven
- If You Were Coming In The Fall
- Il Vecchio E Il Bambino
- J En Connais
- Jarrive Toi
- Je Suis Une Enfant
- L Antilope
- La Noye
- La Noyee
- La Possibilite D Une Ile
- Lady Weeping At The Crossroads
- Lamour
- Lamoureuse
- Le Temps Perdu
- Lexcessive
- Ma Jeunesse
- Mon Amour Mon Ami
- Mon Raymond
- Notre Grand Amour Est Mort
- Peche D Envie
- Promises Like Pie
- Quelquun Ma Dit
- Salut Marin
- Stand By Your Man
- Ta Tienne
- The Winner Takes It All
- Those Dancing Days Are Gone
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Intro: B
B B7
This, no song of ingenue
E Eb
This, no ballad of innocence;
G#m E
This, the rhyme of a lady who
C#m F#
Followed ever the natural bents.
B B7
This, a solo of sapience,
E Eb
This, a chantey of sophistry,
G#m E
This, the sum of experiments,
C#m F# B
I loved them until they loved me.
B7
I loved them until they loved me.
E Eb G#m, E, C#m, F#
I loved them until they loved me.
B B7
Decked in garments of sable hue,
E Eb
Daubed with ashes of myriad Lents,
G#m E
Wearing shower bouquets of rue,
C#m F#
Walk I ever in penitence.
B B7
Oft I roam, as my heart repents,
E Eb
Through God's acre of memory,
G#m E
Marking stones, in my reverence,
C#m F# B
I loved them until they loved me.
B7
I loved them until they loved me.
E Eb G#m, E, C#m, F#
I loved them until they loved me.
Eb G#m
Pictures pass me in long review,--
E F# B
Marching columns of dead events.
Eb G#m
I was tender, and, often, true;
C#m F#
Ever a prey to coincidence.
B B7
Always knew I the consequence;
E Eb
Always saw what the end would be.
G#m E
We're as Nature has made us -- hence
C#m F# B
I loved them until they loved me.
B7
I loved them until they loved me.
E Eb G#m, E, C#m, F#
I loved them until they loved me.
B B7
Princes, never I'd give offense,
E Eb
Won't you think of me tenderly?
G#m E
Here's my strength and my weakness, gents -
B B7
This, no song of ingenue
E Eb
This, no ballad of innocence;
G#m E
This, the rhyme of a lady who
B B7
This, no song of ingenue
E Eb
This, no ballad of innocence;
G#m E
This, the rhyme of a lady who
C#m F#
Followed ever the natural bents.
B B7
This, a solo of sapience,
E Eb
This, a chantey of sophistry,
G#m E
This, the sum of experiments,
C#m F# B
I loved them until they loved me.
B7
I loved them until they loved me.
E Eb G#m, E, C#m, F#
I loved them until they loved me.
B B7
Decked in garments of sable hue,
E Eb
Daubed with ashes of myriad Lents,
G#m E
Wearing shower bouquets of rue,
C#m F#
Walk I ever in penitence.
B B7
Oft I roam, as my heart repents,
E Eb
Through God's acre of memory,
G#m E
Marking stones, in my reverence,
C#m F# B
I loved them until they loved me.
B7
I loved them until they loved me.
E Eb G#m, E, C#m, F#
I loved them until they loved me.
Eb G#m
Pictures pass me in long review,--
E F# B
Marching columns of dead events.
Eb G#m
I was tender, and, often, true;
C#m F#
Ever a prey to coincidence.
B B7
Always knew I the consequence;
E Eb
Always saw what the end would be.
G#m E
We're as Nature has made us -- hence
C#m F# B
I loved them until they loved me.
B7
I loved them until they loved me.
E Eb G#m, E, C#m, F#
I loved them until they loved me.
B B7
Princes, never I'd give offense,
E Eb
Won't you think of me tenderly?
G#m E
Here's my strength and my weakness, gents -
B B7
This, no song of ingenue
E Eb
This, no ballad of innocence;
G#m E
This, the rhyme of a lady who
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