The Little Sparrow (cont.)
Elegy for Edith Piaf

The first crash, cymbals,
The second crash, drums,
The final crash, alcool.
La Vie en rose,
But petals painted black,
Your signature staple.

From the Madame’s house,
To the famous stages.
Reminiscing done through melodies.
Beckoning to Milord,
Come sit down,
R’s that roll,
Never to catch moss.

From abandonment to abandonment
Crossed your life.
Nothing to live on
Except for chansons.
And if you could sing
Forever about life,
It would echo-

Non je ne regrette rien.