In cars, in Batignolles,
In Istanbul, avenue du Roule,
On an atoll, or in the crowd,
We are there where we can,
At Our -Lady, on the verge of drama,
In Macao, in Birmingham
In a bistro or under a tram,
We are there where we can,
But I don't I'm not here,
No, no, no, no,
I'm at Keith and Anita's,
It's early morning,
But we're not in bed my goodness,
Someone is rolling a joint,
Oh no thank you I don't smoke,
Someone is playing Chopin,
We're at Keith and Anita's,
br/>Someone is playing Chopin,
We are at Keith and Anita's house,
In a trash can, nose to the sky,
In a tunnel, placed under guardianship,
In a hotel, at the Sofitel,
In Singapore or in Brussels,
At daybreak, at the big crossroads,
We are there where we can,
In our cradle, under his hat,
In Zanzibar or in Bordeaux,
In his nightmare, alone at the board,
In a bed, in his tomb,
In the fog, on the edge water,
We are where we can,
But I'm not there,
No, no, no, no,
I'm at Keith's and Anita,
It's the end of summer,
But the weather is still mild,
Someone is drinking rosé,
And someone 'one plays the harmonica,
How good it is to exist,
Here at Keith and Anita,
How good it is to exist,
Here at Keith and Anita,
In politics, in public,
On adventure, in the Antarctic,
In tender or canonical age,
On the edge of Ganges, in Dubrovnik,
Under the praise, covered in mire,
We are there where we can,
At the bottom of the hole, at the pale dawn,
At the meeting or hanging around,
In Malibu or in Valenciennes,
In Kathmandu, in Saint-Etienne,
Under lock and key, or at Madeleine,
We're where we can,
But I'm not there,
No, no, no, no,
I'm at Keith and Anita's,
Here everything is quiet,
There is not the shadow of a noise,
Marianne smells of vanilla,
All in velvet and silk
As life sparkles,
Here at Keith and Anita,
How life sparkles,
Here at Keith and Anita,
At Keith and Anita,
It was the ©summer seventy,
I knew nothing about all that,
And yet I was living at Keith's house,
At Keith and Anita's house,
At Keith and Anita's house
br/>It was the summer of 1970,
I had barely been born,
And yet I was living with Keith,
At Keith and Anita's,
At Keith and Anita's...
It was the summer of seventies....

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