Charles Aznavour - The Needle

Oh, my child you are gone
And gone without a reason
Who could guess all your years
Would last so brief as seasons

You are my second chance, yes
You are my survival
The future in your hands
With all the world to gain
And bear all my name
My all, and my rival
I trusted all to you
But I trusted in vain

The needle
Like a knife in your veins
Has torn you from my side
The needle
Had you nailed through the cross
Crucified
The needle
All my dreams were enveiled
On the point of the sword and died

How long must have been
Your knives of desperation
Had I known, had I see
Your need for consolation
I might have saved you still
I might have still embraced you
But you were out of reach
So hungry for delight

Your time was time to kill
But time, so soon, had pissed you
So faster yet you ran
And got lost in the night

The needle
Like a knife in your veins
Has torn you from my side
The needle
Had you nailed through the cross
Crucified
The needle
All my dreams were enveiled
On the point of the sword and died

You are young, far too young
So much of life untasted
Years unbond songs and sun
And all that promises wasted
The iron bite so deep
So deep, so fierce inside you
It pierced you to the heart
It took your breath away

Now like a child you sleep
And night has come to hide you
The night that has no end
That will not see the day

The needle
Like a knife in your veins
Has torn you from my side
The needle
Had you nailed through the cross
Crucified
The needle
All my dreams were enveiled
On the point of the sword and died

The needle.