It was a party and just like home
In the parking lot, all the families... to the tune of
3 girls and 18 boys
Came down, there were chairs
And anyway...
There was tea, but there were mainly makrouts
There was nothing to worry about, as you can imagine
Idiots would have said "there, you're helping them"
Nothing to worry about and go! Make way for the artist
Suddenly the gypsy came onto the stage
Here no cachet and no more patronage
And it's by pulling his hair back ¨re
That he started eating the whole scene
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We didn't let go
And all that in the chat
He made us the match
And told us there ya tchi
Ah! what a pleasure
There were all the first names that end in ID, "Farid"!
And the armada of those that the Cid had not read, "Hafid"!
All the fauna that teases the trifecta
And millions of prams that had to be rocked
There were also dogs that ate more meat
But leftover stew almost at their request
br/>He took his guitar and looked too proud
I can't tell you what he did with our ruts
He was like a bandage on the misery
On the headache of Alka Seltzer
How tears are never too far from laughter
He put some smiles on the ground floor
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It was a sword he had, not a voice
Which said “gold”! For those who don't have one
It wasn't a guitar at his fingertips
But a wicked gallows for kings
He said to the children, "I make you a place
You will be at the top of the class
Then it will not be classes but lounges
And on my head there won't be a pencil"
To these The same words released the balloons
The smallest ones that were attached to the petticoats
Said “Yes!” When he said "the first lesson,
Will be how to cook hedgehogs"
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There made us the ocean, there under our noses
br/>I swear it wasn't breaded fish
And on the beach, as if we were there
He erased the 300 days of the year
And in comfort that we wouldn't have dared
Better than an armchair from the Roset line
With a Frenchman to cut with an axe
He said "Libertad is a lie, that we know it"
I can tell you that since that day it has been said
That poverty and even the day were ashamed
To have thrown monkeys into cages
We forgot we lived upstairs...
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