Charles Aznavour - What Makes a Man - Текст песни

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My mum and I we live alone 
A great apartment is our home 
In fairhome towers 
I have to keep me company 
Two cats, a dog, a parakeet 
Some plants and flowers 
I help my mother with the chores 
I wash, she dries, I do the floors 
We work together 
I shop and cook and sew a bit 
Though mum does too I must admit 
I do it better 
At night I work in a strange bar 
Impersonating every star 
I'm quite deceiving 
The customers come in with doubt 
And wonder what I'm all about 
But leave believing 
I do a very special show 
Where I am nude from head to toe 
After stripteasing 
Each night the men look so surprised 
I change my sex before their eyes 
Tell me if you can 
What makes a man a man 

Round 3 o'clock or so I meet 
With friends to have a bite to eat 
And conversation 
We talk and empty out our hearts 
On every subject from the arts 
To liberation 
We love to pull apart someone 
And spread some gossip just for fun 
Or start a rumour 
We let our hair down, so to speak 
And mock ourselves with tongue-in-cheek 
And inside humour 
So many times we have to pay 
For having fun and being gay 
It's not amusing 
There's always those who spoil our games 
By finding fault and calling names 
Always accusing 
They draw attention to themselves 
At the expense of someone else 
It's so confusing 
Yet they make fun of how I talk 
And imitate the way I walk 
Tell me if you can 
What makes a man a man 

My masquerade comes to an end 
And I go home to bed again 
Alone and friendless 
I close my eyes and think of him 
And fantasize what might have been 
My dreams are endless 
We love each other but it seems 
The love lives only in my dreams 
It's so one-sided 
But in this life I must confess 
The search for love and happiness 
Is unrequited 
I ask myself what have I got 
And what I am and what I'm not 
What am I giving 
The answers come from those who make 
The rules that some of us must break 
Just to keep living 
I know my life is not a crime 
I'm just a victim of my time 
I stand defenceless 
Nobody has the right to be 
The judge of what is right for me 
Tell me if you can 
What makes a man a man...