ART OF EUROPE

Jacques Prévert - Song of the Jailer

Where are you going handsome jailer
With that key that's touched with blood
I am going to free the one I love
If there's still time
She whom I've imprisoned
Tenderly and cruelly
In my most secret desire
In my deepest torment
In falsehoods of the future
In stupidities of vows
I want to free her
I want her to be free
And even to forget me
And even to go off
And even to come back
And even to love me again
And love me again
Or love another
If another pleases her
And if I stay alone
And she gone off
I will only keep
I will always keep
In my two hollowed hands
To the end of all my days
The softness of her breasts moulded by love.