Had we nicknamed him? the Jackal.
He was a phenomenal guy,
A tall one, with magnificent shoulders,
The air of a savage, a bit stupid.
He had picked up? my heart
Comm' ?ca, with an ironic smile,
In the evening, ? aperitif time.
He would come to our bistro,
Always alone, without a friend
Humming a funny chorus.
br/>Pan Pan l'Arbi... It's the Jackal that's around here.
He stood at the end of the counter,
Looking distant as if he couldn't see anything .
I was always waiting for him to talk to me,
To move a little, to do something
But he remained indifferent
And whistled between his teeth:
Pan Pan l'Arbi... It's the Jackal that is around here.
No one knew his job
And we were talking behind ' his back.
They said: "What's up?"
The men looked at him from below.
The women made eyes at him .
Sometimes there were great silences.
Fear rose in my brain.
"Is this strong guy a cop?"
But smiled at him with disdain
And always spat his refrain at them.
Pan Pan l'Arbi... It's the Jackal that's around here.
Hands in their pockets of the jacket,
He seemed to say: “Come on!”
I was still waiting for him to talk to them,
For them to move a little, for did something
But he remained indifferent
And whistled between his teeth:
Pan Pan l'Arbi... It's the Jackal that's over here .
And then one evening when it was very hot,
What nerves were there? fine skin
And it smelled of the storm everywhere,
As it howled its sacred? r'frain
A man on him raised his hand,
Then he jumped in rage.
He fought without saying a word
But they let them go , they were too much...
And all of a sudden, I saw him fall...
So only he spoke to me? :
Pan Pan l'Arbi,
The bastards what did they put on me
And then it closed? his eyes
Sighing: "It's a lot better."
Me, I was cold, like a fever,
But I wanted to taste his lips
At least once, because I loved him!
We never knew what he was looking for
Pan Pan l'Arbi,
No more Jackal... It was over...

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