An old accordion
Sings in the alley
A flock of gulls
Waltz in the blue sky
A very young girl
br/>A girl who is not very beautiful
But who perhaps was
Sings in the summer morning ©
Blue, white, red
He is dressed, my sailor
He looks better
Than their flag
He has white teeth
And the red lips
And the blue eyes
The accordion is silent
The birds are gone
Maybe for Honolulu
Or for Tahiti
All winter it rained
And the wind moaned
And the girl said yes
To all those who wanted
Blue, white, red
He is dressed, my sailor
He is better dressed
Than their flag
He has teeth white
And the red lips
And the blue eyes
The girl, you always tell the same story
So we know her, so drink your glass
Drink your glass, come, come
Here comes spring
And the birds, the same
The boats, the sailors
Shine in the sunshine
The girl is at the bistro
The boss in his cash register
Says that she is leaving the cash register
And even some chives
Wines whites, red wines
She killed him
A beautiful flag
She killed herself
With a stab
One morning of Sunday
The sun was red
And the sky was all blue
Ah, it wasn't pretty to see
That did it a funny story
And then time passed
No one thought about it anymore
Ah, yes! One day, a sailor
Hello boss, well
A little red as usual
Hey, boss, is she there?
She's not true

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