Serge Gainsbourg l alcool

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My illusions overlook the courtyard
I don't have many horizons
When I've worked all day
I have more left to dream
br/>That the horrible flowers in my room
My illusions overlook the courtyard
I put an end to my loves
The little grandpa es to touch them
You have to lay them down first
Otherwise it's cold like December
When the evening comes I come back from the construction site
After a thousand pains and a worn out body
I have a gloomy look and disgusting hands
Enough to make the beautiful ones make a grimace
Of course there are happy girls on the way back
Those who chew gum during sex
But what would I find in their bruised bodies
Other than indifference and melancholy
In my fruscos wall colors
I play scarecrows
But in the name of God in my Soul
Yet this flame burned
Where my loves were lit
And my brief betrothals
Where my loves were consumed
Like so many flashes in the pan
Today I follow my solitary path
All my ambitions have joined forces
I am left to invade by the nettles
By the brambles of this bitch of life
My illusions overlook the courtyard
But in the bars of the suburb
I have slates of daydreams
And the sense of irony
I let myself go to tenderness
I forget my room at the back of the courtyard
The train from the suburbs at daybreak
And in the vapors of alcohol
I see my Spanish castles
My stud farms and all my duchesses
̉ me, the little little ones, the pretty dolls
Let the little mice come to me
I'll spend whatever I want at baccarat
I hit the maharajas on the stomach
To me the South American nightclubs
Where we dance with empty heads and hands full
̉ me these cuties with eyes that capsize
That you have to shake before using them
In my houndstooth my prince-of- wales
Gently I rinse my slab
And name of God in my soul
V'là that I feel this flame
Where ¹ my loves lit up
And my brief engagements
Where my loves were consumed
Like so many flashes in the pan
And when the bars have turned off their neon lights
There is no longer a watering hole left on the horizon
So I let myself be lulled by the calva
br/>And the god of drunkards guides my steps

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