Beyond the sweetness of Harrys Bar
And the tenderness of Zanzibar, there was this road
Beyond the illusions of Timbuct
And the long legs of Babal, there was this road
That silent road that flies away
Like a butterfly, a nostalgia
Nostalgia with the taste of curaao
Maybe one day I will explain myself better
Et alors, Monsieur Hemingway, where to go?
Et alors, Monsieur Hemingway, what about you?

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