Текст песни At Last the Secret Is Out - Carla Bruni

At last the secret is out
As it always must come in the end
The delicious story is ripe to tell
To the intimate friend

Over the tea-cups and in the square
The tongue has its desire
Still waters run deep, my dear
There′s never smoke without fire

Behind the corpse in the reservoir
Behind the ghost on the links
Behind the lady who dances
And the man who madly drinks

Under the look of fatigue
The attack of migraine and the sigh
There is always another story
There is more than meets the eye

For the clear voice suddenly singing
High up on the convent wall
The scent of the elder bushes
The sporting prints in the hall

The croquet matches in summer
The handshake, the cough
The kiss, the kiss, the kiss
There is always a wicked secret
A private reason for this

At last the secret is out
At last the secret is out
At last the secret is out