Jacques Brel - Timid Frieda (Les Timides) lyrics

Timid Frieda, will they greet her? On the street where young strangers travel On magic carpets Floating lightly in beaded caravans Who can know if they will free her On the street where she comes to join them There she goes with her valises Held so tightly in her hands Timid Frieda, will life seize her? On the street where the new dreams gather Like fearless robins, joined together In high-flying bands She feels taller, troubles smaller On the street where she's lost in wonder There she goes with her valises Held so tightly in her hands Timid Frieda, won't return now To the home where they do not need her But always feed her little lessons And platitudes from cans She is free now, she will be now On the street where the beat's electric There she goes with her valises Held so tightly in her hands Timid Frieda, will they lead her? On the street where the cops all perish For they can't break her and she can take her Brave new f** you stand Yet she's frightened, her senses heightened On the street where the darkness brightens There she goes with her valises Held so tightly in her hands Timid Frieda, if you see her On the street where the future gathers Just let her be her, let her play in The broken times of sand There she goes now, down the sidewalk On the street where the world is bursting There she goes with her valises Held so tightly in her hands