A beautiful bouquet of roses will please you
And also the noise that the cellophane makes
But a beer is more tempting
In this sticky day of rubber
I'm sitting on top of a kerbstone
And I'm minding my own business
Between one motorbike and another there is a great silence
I can't describe how to describe you
Oh , how far in my sandals
How much Bartali will have done
That sad nose like a climb
Those cheerful eyes like an Italian on a trip
And the French respect us
He's still pissed off
And you make me, we have to go to the cinema
And go to the cinema, you go
It's a whole complex of things
What does he do yes, I'll stop here
Women are sometimes grumpy
Or maybe they want to pee
And this day sets in orange
/>And it swells with memories that you don't know
I like to stay here on the road
Dusty, if you want to go, go
And go, I'm here and waiting for Bartali
Stomping on my sandals
From that curve will emerge
That sad nose of a cheerful Italian
Among the French who get angry
And the newspapers that flutter
There is It's a bit of wind, the countryside is barking
And there's a moon at the bottom of the blue
Among the French who get angry
And the newspapers that flutter
br/>And you make me, we have to go to the cinema
And you go to the cinema, you go

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