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Regina Spektor - Apres Moi Lyrics




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*:]
ФевралÑÅÂ'. Ð"остаÑ‚ÑÅÂ' чернил и плааатÑÅÂ'!
ПисатÑÅÂ' о феврале навзрыÐ',
Поаа гроÑ...очÑÆÂ'щая сляаотÑÅÂ'
Ð'есною чÑ'рною 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.]
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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*:]
ФевралÑÅÂ'. Ð"остаÑ‚ÑÅÂ' чернил и плааатÑÅÂ'!
ПисатÑÅÂ' о феврале навзрыÐ',
Поаа гроÑ...очÑÆÂ'щая сляаотÑÅÂ'
Ð'есною чÑ'рною 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.]
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: REGINA SPEKTOR
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC


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