1.My Death
作詞：Eric Blau, Jacques Brel, Mort Shuman
My death is like a swinging door, a patient girl who knows the
score
Oh, whistle for her and the passing time
youth
Let's laugh at that and the passing time
My death is like a witch at night, as surely as all love is
blind
Let's not talk about
But whatever is behind the door and there's nothing left to do
An angel or devil, I don't care for in front of that door, there
is -you
My death is like a beggar blind, I'll see the world with an
unlit mind
Throw me a dime for the passing time
My death comes to allow my friends a few good times, before it
ends
Let's drink to that and the passing time
My death is in your arms, your thighs
Your cold fingers will close my eyes, let's not talk about
But whatever is behind the door and there's nothing left to do
Whether angel or devil, I don't care, for in front of that door,
there is you
My death is all among the fallen leaves
And magician's mysterious leaves, rabbits and dogs
When the passing time
My death hides all among the flowers
Where the darkest shadow cowers
Let's pick lilacs for the passing time
My death is in a double bed
Shades of oblivion run through my head, pull up the sheets
But whatever is behind the door and there's nothing left to do
An angel or devil, I don't care for in front of that door, there
is you
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