Letra de Trapeze Art

My mother was a Chinese trapeze artist in pre-war Paris
Smuggling bombs for the underground
And she met my father at a fete in Aix-en-Provence
He was disguised as a Russian cadet in the employ of the Axis

And there in the half-light of the provincial midnight
To a lone concertina they drank in cantinas
And toasted to Edith Piaf and the fall of the Reich

My sister was born in a hovel in Burgundy
And left for the cattle but later was found by a communist
Who had deserted his ranks to follow his dream
To start up a punk rock band in South Carolina