Pink Martini

Sympathique (Sympathetic; I Don’t Want to Work)


[Intro; Verse 1]
My room is in form of a cage
The sun pops his arms through the window
The hunters at my door
Like the little soldiers
Who want to take me (away)

I don't want to work
I don't want to do lunch
I only want to forget (it)
And on I smoke
[Verse 2]
I've already been acquainted with the perfume of love
A million roses wouldn't smell so sweet
Now one single flower in my surroundings
Leaves me sick


I am not proud of this life that
Wants to kill me
It's magnificent to be sympathetic
Yet I will never understand (it)

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About "Sympathique (Sympathetic; I Don’t Want to Work)"

This is the English translation of the originally French song.

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