Peter Sarstedt - Where Do You Go To

Marlene Dietrich gibi konusuyorsun
izi jeanmarie gibi dans ediyorsun
Elbiselerin Balmain yapimi
Ve saclarinda elmaslar ve inciler var,evet var

St.micthel bulvarinda
Guzel bir apartmanda yasiyorsun
Rolling stones plaklarini sakladigin yer,
Ve Sacha distel'in arkadasisin,evet sensin

Rusca ve yunancanin konusuldugu
Elcilik partilerine gidiyorsun
Ve senin cevrende gezinen genc erkekler
Soyledin her kelimeyi dikkatlice dinliyorlar,ever yapiyorlar

Ama tatlim yalniz kalip uyudugunda
Nereye gidiyorsun
Seni kusatan dusunceleri soyle bana
Senin kafanin icini gormek istiyorum,evet istiyorum

Senin Sorbonne'den aldigin
Butun vasiflarini gordum
Ve picasso'dan taklit ettigin resmini
Senin sevimliligin akip gidiyor,evet akip gidiyor

Yaz tatile ciktiginda
Dikkatlice tasarlanmis ustsuz mayonla
Juan-les-pines'a gidiyorsun
Sirtinda ve bacaklarindan bile bronzlasiyorsun

Ve kar yagdiginda
Diger sosyeteyle birlikte St.Moritz'de gorunuyorsun
Ve napolyon kanyagini yudumluyorsun
Ama asla dudaklarini islatmiyorsun,hayir islatmiyorsun

Ama tatlim yanliz kalip uyudugunda
Nereye gidiyorsun
Bana seni kusatan dusunceleri soylemeyecekmisin
Senin kafanin icini gormek istiyorum,evet istiyorum

20-30 araligindasin
Cok cekici yas
Vucudun siki ve davetkar
Ama Sen parlak sahnede yasiyorsun,evet evet

Ismin yuksek kesimlerde duyulmus
Aga khan'i taniyorsun
O Sana noel icin bir yaris ati gonderdi
Ve Sen onu sadece eglence icin besliyorsun ha.ha.ha

Insanlar senin bir milyonerle evlenecegini soyluyorlar
Ama senin nerden geldigini unutuyorlar
Ve Merak ediyorum gercekten umursuyorlar mi yada Lanet mi okuyorlar

Ama tatlim yataginda yanliz kaldiginda
Nereye gidiyorsun
Seni kusatan dusunceleri soyle baba
Senin kafanin icini gormek istiyorum,evet istiyorum

Naples'in arka sokalarinda
Pacavralar icinde Dilenen iki cocugu hatirliyorum
Ikiside tatli dogum etiketlerinden kurtulmak icin
Yakan hirsa tutusmus,deniyorlar

Marie Claire bak yuzume
Ve Kim oldugunu hatirla
Sonra git beni sonsuza kadar unut
Ama biliyorum
Icinin derinliklerindeki yarayi hala duyacaksin,evet duyacaksin

Tatlim yataginda yalnizken
Nereye gittigini biliyorum
Seni kusatan dusunceleri biliyorum
Cunku kafanin icini gorebiliyorum


Where Do You Go To (My Lovely)
You talk like Marlene Dietrich
And you dance like Zizi Jeanmaire
Your clothes are all made by Balmain
And there's diamonds and pearls in your hair.
Yes there are..

You live in a fancy apartment
Off the Boulevard St. Michel
Where you keep your Rolling Stones records
And a friend of Sacha Distel, yes you do.

You go to the embassy parties
Where you talk in Russian and Greek
And the young men who move in your circle
They hang on every word you speak, yes they do.

But where do you go to my lovely,
When you're alone in your bed?
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes I do.

I've seen all your qualifications
You got from the Sorbonne
And the painting you stole from Picasso
Your loveliness goes on and on, yes it does.

When you go on your summer vacation
You go to Juan-les-Pines
With your carefully designed topless swimsuit
You get an even suntan, on your back and on your legs.

And when the snow falls you're found in St. Moritz
With the others of the jet-set
And you sip your Napoleon Brandy
But you never get your lips wet, no you don't.

But where do you go to my lovely,
When you're alone in your bed?
Won't you tell me the thoughts that surround you?
I want to look inside your head, yes I do.

You're in between 20 and 30
A very desirable age
Your body is firm and inviting
But you live on a glittering stage, yes you do, yes you do.

Your name is heard in high places
You know the Aga Khan
He sent you a racehorse for Christmas
And you keep it just for fun, for a laugh ha-ha-ha

They say that when you get married
It'll be to a millionaire
But they don't realize where you came from
And I wonder if they really care, or give a damn

But where do you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed?
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes i do.

I remember the back streets of Naples
Two children begging in rags
Both touched with a burning ambition
To shake off their lowly-born tags, they try

So look into my face Marie-Claire
And remember just who you are
Then go and forget me forever
But I know you still bear the scar,
Deep inside, yes you do

I know where you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed?
I know the thoughts that surround you
'Cause I can look inside your head.