ترانه:
Carla Bruni No Promises

I felt my life with both my hands To see if it was there I held my spirit to the glass To prove it possibler I turned my being round and round And paused

There is a wind where the rose was Cold rain where sweet grass was And clouds like sheep, stream o'er the steep Grey skies where the lark was Where the

This, no song of ingenue This, no ballad of innocence This, the rhyme of a lady who Followed ever her natural bents This, a solo of sapience This, a

were Nothing more but nothing less Many thrive on frugal fare Who would perish of excess Promise me no promises Well, promise me no promises So will I not promise

Lady, weeping at the crossroads Would you meet your love In the twilight with his greyhounds And the hawk on his glove? Bribe the bird then on the branches

Promise me no promises, So will I not promise you: Keep we both our liberties, Never false and never true: Let us hold the die uncast, Free to come as

Promise me no promises, So will I not promise you: Keep we both our liberties, Never false and never true: Let us hold the die uncast, Free to come as

: If I make the lashes dark and the eyes more bright and the lips more scarlet or ask if all be right from mirror after mirror, no vanity's displayed

: There is a wind where the rose was; cold rain where sweet grass was; and clouds like sheep stream o'er the steep grey skies where the lark was. Nought