My Raymond has everything right
It's authentic value.
To cross the rubiconds
We can't say that he hesitates!
My Raymond he is cannon,
It's an atomic bomb
When it falls nom de nom
The air becomes electric.
The air becomes electric , yes!
My Raymond is complex,
sentimental but tactical.
My Raymond stays on target
in any critical situation!
My Raymond is he's the boss.
He's the one who runs the shop
And although he wears a tie,
My Raymond is a pirate.
My Raymond is a pirate, yes!
He takes on everything,
As if he were gambling with his life,
As if he were gambling with his skin,
As if the world was It was beautiful!
He says that life is a guarantee
That you have to live it upright
Or live it on your knees
Really nothing discourages him, no!
Really nothing discourages him, no!
My Raymond has the talent
To seduce all kinds of clique
When he talks it's striking,
The confusions dissipate
It's because he knows how to talk to Raymond
He handles dialectics
Whatever the buffoons say
Raymond is dynamite, yes!
Raymond is dynamite, yes!
My Raymond, he comes from elsewhere
And no one has his manners
Neither to say nor to do
Nor to taste happiness nah
My Raymond he is unique
With his chickadee eyes
With his airs of weather that
Hungarian-Jew, from memory...
Sometimes Raymond is silent
It comes to him like a sadness
Sure he would like to eat
Some crumbs of tenderness
Sure he would like to take a walk
And leave his fortresses
Sure he would like to taste
Some earthly sweetness!
To some earthly sweetness!
Hey Raymond here's for you
A few whole notes and a few eighth notes,
A few rhymes of my choice
Sweet and warm like a brioche!
Something tells me Raymond
That despite all the honors
And then your beautiful situation
You must lack gentleness.
So here is my song,
My song for you Raymond (x3)

SUBMIT CORRECTIONS