Pousse Cafe - Julie London
Written by：Hubert Spencer
I sat and sip Pousse Cafe
The others think it's just a drink
How can they know of a lesson it starts
It's like my heart it's in 3 parts
Why do I drink Pousse Cafe
Oh I don't know it warms me so
I can tell that it's a toast to a dream
It's on my lips
How near you seem
Once your lips caressed me tenderly
Offered love love that would not go astray
Empty arms and just a memory
And a lonely drink of Pousse Cafe
Pour me one more Pousse Cafe
An aperitif
Can't bring relief
I'm the moth who got too close to the flame
I played for keeps you played a game
And so I linger here and sip Pousse Cafe
Si le vent pousse les nuages,On apercevra le soleil,Et l'on pourra tourner la page,De ces matins, pauvres réveils,Ces matins qui gardent en otage,Nos envies au fo...