Walk in my shoes...

Summer fling

Come on, summer fling

Come again

With your random kisses

And your funny giggles

Your awkward rendezvous

And your midnight dances

.

Silly promises

Yellow blue green ripe fruits

Late night gentle swimming

And some bright laughter too

.

Come on, summer fling

Come again

Shine on

I’m ready

© Sabrina Moella

I saw you

I saw you with your nice woman

Cuddling, kissing, looking

Happy together

Sitting in that front row

Right in front of me

As if there were no other places to seat

As if there were no other places to kiss

Than in that front row

Right in front of me

Dying

Looking at you both

Shining

Glowing

Thinking all right, so that’s what you like

So that’s what you want

Tight hips, straight hair, thin lips

Everything you know that is out of my reach

But you guys looked so happy together

Yeah you guys looked so happy together

So maybe maybe

That’s what

Was meant to be

With or without me

She put her arms around your neck

And that just killed me to be honest

So I didn’t

Look at you

Smile at you

Wave at you

Cause seriously

What for?

© Sabrina Moella

Quand tu partiras

Quand tu partiras

J’aurai ce goût amer dans la bouche

Quand tu partiras

J’aurai ce goût amer et ma bouche

Froide, incolore, inodore

Acre,

Ne dira pas un mot

Rien

Il ne restera rien de nos baisers

Loin, meurtris, chacun de son côté

Les jours heureux

Feront partie du passé

On s’était tant aimé, pourtant

On avait tant juré

Seulement,

C’est fou

La vie

Laide, cruelle, sans cœur,

Aura pris du plaisir à nous porter malheur

A présent tout est loin

Et lorsque l’on s’endort et lorsque l’on se couche

Plus rien sauf le goût amer dans la bouche

© Sabrina Moella

Ma galère

Je vis, faudrait pas croire, des choses extraordinaires

Alcoolique de bonne heure, euphorique, délétère

Ma galère

M’a menée

De Bahia à Paris

D’Alger jusqu’à Rio,

Cotonou, Tahiti

J’en ai vu des pays,

J’en ai eu des amis


A vingt ans, j’ai même été riche à millions

Mis des sous à la banque, rencontré des patrons

Mais misère

Tout cela n’a duré qu’une saison

J’ai flambé, j’ai misé,

Mais rien récolté de bon

Puis la vie a repris

Me laissant sans un rond


Je vis, faudrait pas croire des choses extraordinaires

J’ai élevé deux enfants sans avoir été mère

J’ai bien eu mille amants, j’ai pleuré, j’ai souffert

Mais l’enfer

M’attendra

Oh juste encore un peu

Car celui que je veux

Mijote à petit feu


Ma galère, nous la partagerons tous les deux

On s’aimera, on vivra, on ne sera jamais vieux

Et puis l’on se quittera comme de beaux amoureux

© Sabrina Moella

Up

Sometimes you wake up

And the purpose is just so clear

Ancestors talked to me

Said Bina

What are you doing here?

What are you fearing here

Little daughter

Why are you crying here?

What are you needing here

Little daughter

What are you asking here?

There is still so much

To be written

So many stories to be told

So many roads to be built

So many truths to unfold

Don’t  you worry about foolish things

Little daughter

Don’t  you worry about foolish things

Wake up

Stand up

And speak up

Up up up!

© Sabrina Moella

Empty

It’s about eating eating eating

But always feeling empty

Binging binging binging

But feeling so damn lonely

And you know you’re lying to yourself

When you say this is the last time

When you say this is the last bit

And this is only for this time

For this fix

For this stress

.

This one is for those times

When you feel

So damn empty

Those sick and silly times

When you feel so damn lonely

And you keep hiding from yourself

And you can’t show

And you can’t tell

And it’s so good at the beginning

But it looks so bad at the end

.

It’s about eating eating eating

But always feeling empty

Purging purging purging

But feeling so damn ugly

.

It’s about

Feeling warm

And feeling full

And feeling good

.

It’s about

Feeling lost,

And feeling sad,

And feeling fooled

.

But if only you could

If only

You could

Wash away

Flush away

.

The pain

The shame

The years

The worries

.

The secrets

The guilt

The sounds

The memories

.

If if if

Only

You could

But you can’t

.

So

This one is about breathing in, in, in

Deep breath in

And letting it all out

All of it

.

© Sabrina Moella