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  Soraya, 2008
English text

Marie-Paule Belle
JE VEUX PLEURER COMME SORAYA
F. Mallet-Joris - M. Grisolia - M.P. Belle


When one is poor and has nothing
Not even one's own sorrow
It is a sorrow without value
Without grandeur or elegance
My pain has a timetable
My pain clocks in at the factory
It has no mystery
Like in the magazines


I want to cry like soraya
I want to cry like a princess
I want to cry nobly
Not in my soup but in silk
I want to cry in a setting
A sorrow greater than my life
A real sorrow that others will envy
I want to cry like Liz Taylor


I want to cry like Soraya
I want to cry like Soraya
This I want for myself.


I want to cry like Soraya
Tears that they take photos of
To cry without a head cold
Tears that don't disfigure
I want no more cheap sorrow
That can be consoled with treats
I want them now and until I retire
I want to cry like the Begum


I want to cry like Soraya
I want to cry like Soraya
This I want for myself


I want to cry like Soraya
I want to cry without holding back
For once in my life
I can say I'm not counting the cost
I want to cry like those who squander all their riches
Without giving a damn
I want to cry like a princess
I want to cry like Margaret


I want to cry like Soraya
I want to cry like Soraya
This I want for myself