Banlieue Rouge histoire pour buveurs attardes

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Red Suburbs
Let the Masks Fall
Story for Late Drinkers
A good beer in the stomach
It's better when it happens twice
But a good beer there and back,
And no more beer forever!
You have vomit everywhere,
Ah shut your mouth and swallow it all
To get drunk next time,
Forget beer, long live vodka!
It's alcohol that kills,
It's alcohol that makes you crazy
br/>It's when I've drunk too much
That then everything becomes blurry...
A night out
And in my head everything vibrates
Companion in misfortune ,
A large caliber bottle...
I'm going to crash
Somewhere on the edge of a quay
To drown my anxieties,
DÃ ©to defy the passing of time
The emptied bottle,
I will find sleep,
That of this city
How gloomy it is always when I wake up
Ephemeral happiness,
Errors of life
Sad and vain illusions,
Misery smiles
Just a little affection
For burnt drunks,
A little song
For late drinkers...

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