My Man - Billie Holiday

Hoje acordei.
De longe, ouvia aquela doce voz catarolando aquela sofrida, mas doce canção.
Era Billie, minha pequena. Cantava My Man para que eu acordasse, para que eu resurgisse, para que.
Seus olhos marejavam, sua postura era submissa, seu ar era de mulher cantando para seu homem. Mulher que sabe de tudo e entende que a nada deve contar. Não desconta, não conta, não aponta, afinal sou seu homem.
Amo Billie, de fato amo. Acordei feliz.





My Man
Channing pollock/maurice yvain / albert willemetz/jaques charles

It cost me a lot
But there’s one thing that I’ve got
It’s my man
It’s my man

Cold or wet
Tired, you bet
All of this I’ll soon forget
With my man

He’s not much on looks
He’s no hero out of books
But I love him
Yes, I love him

Two or three girls
Has he
That he likes as well as me
But I love him

I don’t know why I should
He isn’t true
He beats me, too
What can I do?

Oh, my man, I love him so
He’ll never know
All my life is just a spare
But I don’t care
When he takes me in his arms
The world is bright
All right

What’s the difference if I say
I’ll go away
When I know I’ll come back
On my knees someday

For whatever my man is
I’m his forevermore