Colonel Antoine-Louis Henri de Polier (1741–1795) was a Swiss adventurer, art collector, military engineer and soldier who made his fortune in India in the eighteenth century.
Antoine-Louis was born in Lausanne from a French Huguenot family who emigrated to Switzerland in the mid 16th century to escape the wars of religion. He was the youngest son of Jacques-Henri de Polier and his wife Jeanne-Françoise Moreau. He later learned Hindi and Persian.
Antoine Polier was an engineer from Lausanne who supported the military adventures of Robert Clive and later became a rich trader and loyal supporter of the British Raj administration in Calcutta. He devoted his free moments to collecting rare manuscripts in Sanskrit, Persian and Arabic. Many were sent back to France to augment the growing collection in the Royal Library. France was now the center for the study of ancient Indian languages and its 'orientalism' spread to Germany in the early 1800s as Europe began to show a keen interest in early Indian-Persian-Zoroastrian origins.
Let's take a walk, let's take a walk
To the other side
And we'll convince each other
That we both were right
And seasons change and days pass
And I'm stuck here
And I've noticed these days
I stopped thinking clear
I don't know anymore
I'm beginning to doubt myself
Where's all my luck gone?
Where's all my luck gone?
The sun and the moon and the sky
And it's all so right
And it feels in my dreams
The most exciting part of my
Hey, can I go to your party?
And I don't know anybody
Even if you said no, it was something
So can I go to your party?
This bed's so warm, this bed's so warm
I could never leave
I'm starting to run to me on this hot day
And keep my head down in row and maybe hopefully
No one would ever want to talk to me
And speak up, look at me, and stop mumbling
What are you hiding from? What are you hiding from?
The kissing so good, you didn't even knew
And you weren't even there for the one I needed you
Hey, can I go to your party?
And I don't know anybody
Even if you said no, it was something
So can I go to your party?
If I could go back and talk to my teenage self
I'd probably say I'm sorry
I'm sorry for turning you in such a bitter man
Selfish and jealous and stressful
There was too much pressure, the proximity kept rising
I suffering from a sever lack of self-importance, depressed
I'm just, I've been hopeless, I'm pushing it hard, I didn't know what else to do
It didn't pay off and I'm sorry
Hey, can I go to your party?
And I don't know anybody
Even if you said no, it was something
So can I go to your party?
Hey, can I go to your party?
And I don't know anybody
Even if you said no, it was something