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His shopping bag under his arm, in complete nonchalance
A medium-sized building painter
On this day off, dragging his anatomy
A smile radiating his face from Monday
Every day , her face
But the same landscape
Continuously scrolls
It's the absolute routine
Once her Tuesday face is well done
The cinema oveuse rehashes the images
Which were projected onto her white bodice
Hoping, for tomorrow, something new, something new
Today Wednesday, tomorrow Thursday, it's bad!
All the people I meet have your adequate face
Blonde heads, brown heads so well galvanized
Day after day, to the rhythm of the caledivers
Every day, his face
But the same landscape
Continuous scrolling
It's the absolute train train
This morning I'm revealing my face of Sundays
Iconic days or the calanche week
In an endless late afternoon
I'm impatiently waiting for my Monday head
Every day, his face
But the same landscape
Continuously scrolls
It's the train absolute train