Regina Spektor Lyrics
7. Apres Moi
I must go on standing You can't break that which isn't yours I, oh, must go on standing I'm not my own, it's not my choice [Chorus:] Be afraid of the lame They'll inherit your legs Be afraid of the old They'll inherit your souls Be afraid of the cold They'll inherit your blood Apres moi, le deluge After me comes the flood I must go on standing You can't break that which isn't yours I, oh, must go on standing I'm not my own, it's not my choice [Chorus x2] [Russian*:] Февраль. ДоÑтать чернил и плакать! ПиÑать о феврале навзрыд, Пока Ð³Ñ€Ð¾Ñ…Ð¾Ñ‡ÑƒÑ‰Ð°Ñ ÑлÑкоть ВеÑною чёрною горит. [Repeat] [Chorus] I must go on standing You can't break that which isn't yours I, oh, must go on standing I'm not my own, it's not my choice [Repeat] [* Words from a poem by Boris Pasternak. English translation: February. Get ink, shed tears. Write of it, sob your heart out, sing, While torrential slush that roars Burns in the blackness of the spring.]
If you found error please
correct these lyrics
If text is damaged you may
return it to the last approved version
This is "Apres Moi" lyrics interpretation transcribed by AliveLyrics.com visitors.
All rights belong to the respective authors, artists and labels.
The lyrics are provided only for private study, scholarship, or research.
Please concern buying relative album to support Regina Spektor.