Текст Brooke Fraser – The Mantra Of The Quaintrelle

Quaintrelle
She hopes you can tell
The things she parades, a barricade
Browse her collections

She don’t need to know your name
And she’ll make pleasure from your pain
And life is pain, but she don’t care
And she don’t care ’cause she’s a
Quaintrelle
Quaintrelle

Mountains smile bleakly
?
Masquerade as mothers
Brothers and sisters maintain their distance
And they won’t meet her eyes

She don’t need to know your name
And she’ll make pleasure from your pain
And life is pain, but she don’t care
And she don’t care ’cause she’s a
Quaintrelle
Quaintrelle
Quaintrelle
Quaintrelle

Cultivate life’s pleasures
And immerse yourself in leisurely pastimes
Whilst maintaining the
?
of charm

She don’t need to know your name
And she’ll make pleasure from your pain
And life is pain, but she don’t care
And she don’t care ’cause she’s a… she’s a… she’s a…
She don’t need to know your name
And she’ll make pleasure from your pain
And life is pain, but she don’t care
And she don’t care ’cause she’s a
Quaintrelle
Quaintrelle
Quaintrelle
Quaintrelle

Cultivate life’s pleasures
And immerse yourself in leisurely pastimes
Whilst maintaining the
?
of charm