The Shuttered Palace

To the sons of Europe:
Won’t you come inside my shuttered palace, and I am the bride
Now I’m a woman, I walk past your café
To the sons of Europe, I call out and say

Now as I stroll down your boulevard
You hear those Fiats, and taxis, blow their horns so hard
When I go out walking flocks of birds rise from the square
And all the Seigneurs and Monsieurs pull up to the curb

To the sons of Europe:
Won’t you come inside my shuttered palace, and I am the bride
Now I’m a woman, I walk past your café
To the sons of Europe, I call out and say

Je serai a votre mariage
Je suis femme …

Aaaah

To thе sons of Europe:
Won’t you come inside my shuttеred palace, and I am the bride
Now I’m a woman, I walk past your café
To the sons of Europe, I call out and say

My shuttered palace lies away from the sun
It isn’t far there, a little further, so why don’t you come?
You call out your offers to me in your mother tongue
But you don’t act so macho when I ask you to come

Aaaah

To the sons of Europe:
Won’t you come inside my shuttered palace and I am the bride
Now I’m a woman, I walk past your café
To the sons of Europe, I call out and say

To the sons of Europe:
Won’t you come inside my shuttered palace and I am the bride
Now I’m a woman, I walk past your café
To the sons of Europe, I call out and say....