Anna Karina
Anna Karina
My love for you is like the sea
It swells and it recedes
But never truly leaves
No, let me start again
My love for you is red
Like the people's government
Like revolution, permanent
I declare it every week
When the Central Committee meets
They seem nonplussed
But still record the minutes
I've seen the way you look at me when you saunter down the street
Beneath the flags of the Paris working class, with your jacket to your knees
Your eyes reflect the fires of our victory in Versailles
Pardonne mes adjectifs possessifs, mais, voudrais-tu êtes la mienne?
Anna Karina
Did you get my letter, dear?
We collectivized the Post
So it might be a little slow
I recount our latest course
Land reform by force
The rural bourgeoisie
Cold hands still clutching their keys
Every town we liberate
I proclaim it in your name
But all the people lock their doors
Like I'm Robespierre reborn
But if the masses fail to rise against the ancien régime
We'll push the Party doctrine to its logical extreme
Lead platoons of sans-culottes down the Parisian boulevards
A vanguard of an actress and a boy who can't tell love and war apart
My love for you is like the sea
It swells and it recedes
But never truly leaves
No, let me start again
My love for you is red
Like the people's government
Like revolution, permanent
I declare it every week
When the Central Committee meets
They seem nonplussed
But still record the minutes
I've seen the way you look at me when you saunter down the street
Beneath the flags of the Paris working class, with your jacket to your knees
Your eyes reflect the fires of our victory in Versailles
Pardonne mes adjectifs possessifs, mais, voudrais-tu êtes la mienne?
Anna Karina
Did you get my letter, dear?
We collectivized the Post
So it might be a little slow
I recount our latest course
Land reform by force
The rural bourgeoisie
Cold hands still clutching their keys
Every town we liberate
I proclaim it in your name
But all the people lock their doors
Like I'm Robespierre reborn
But if the masses fail to rise against the ancien régime
We'll push the Party doctrine to its logical extreme
Lead platoons of sans-culottes down the Parisian boulevards
A vanguard of an actress and a boy who can't tell love and war apart
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Writer(s): Novus Spero
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