de France ou la pluie fait bien son devoir C'est une terre boueuse ou passent les machines agricoles Une vallee silencieuse ou les lapins vont a l'ecole La ou
Grandpa, I've been thinking about you lately Wondering if you'd found your peace of mind I guess you'd be proud to know your grandsons Never crossed that
Let's go back baby, back to the way it was As the clock strikes 12 on the wall I see your eyes are saying Ooh, let's take it back to the way it was And
Certainly one of the most haunting, melodic songs that we ever wrote. I was personally completely taken by it the very first time that I heard the music
And I'm trying to make you sing From inside where you believe Like it's something that you need Like it means everything And I'm trying to make you feel
Sing me, sing me an old fashion song Bring me, back in my mind to a time Where my memories all come from A good timing song, the kind That makes you wanta
shotgun and mi gold sixpence Jus yesterday a man rip off mi fence And if mi catch him a shhhh silence Now mi do di guzumbah the Old War Chant Claim sey
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Hey baby, I wanna say something to ya, listen Sometimes when I get out of my head And I say all the wrong things Sometimes I know I stay out late at
Hey baby, I wanna say somethin' to ya', listen Sometimes when I get out of my head And I say all the wrong things Sometimes I know I stay out late at
Grandpa I've been thinking bout you lately Wondering if you'd found your peace of mind I bet you'd be proud to know your grandsons Never crossed that
tu t'bouches plus les oreilles, Et la tu cries encore plus fort mais ca persiste... Alors on chante Lalalalalala, Lalalalalala, Alors on chante Lalalalalala, Lalalalalala Alors on chante
Minuit, chretiens, C'est l'heure solennelle Ou l'Homme Dieu descendit jusqu'a nous Pour effacer la tache originelle Et de Son Pere arreter le courroux
t' ai accompagne On a chant, on a dans Et l' on a mme pas pens A s' embrasser Aux Champs-Elyses Aux Champs-Elyses Au soleil sous la pluie A midi ou
Je te laisserai des mots En sous de ta porte En sous de la lune qui chante Tout pres de la place ou tes pieds passent Cache dans les trous de temps hiver
, toujours, quand je chante, Cet oiseau-la chante avec moi. Toujours, toujours, encore vivante, Sa pauvre voix tremble pour moi. Si je disais tout ce qu'il chante
l'oiseau se decide a chanter Si l'oiseau ne chante pas C'est mauvais signe signe que le tableau est mauvais mais s'il chante c'est bon signe signe que
chorus paroles et musique: [ Bertrand Cantat / Noir Desir ] sauf the Chameleon: [ E.Kuepper-Balley / E.Kuepper-Balley ] Denis Barthe : batterie, choeurs Frederic Vidalenc : basse, choeurs Bertrant Cantat : chant
