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When the yellow-eyed owl
At night in the middle of August
With a long ringing cry
Calls its owl
The brave people of the village
Looking rejoiced
They know that this warbling
It's not the night owl
Chorus
They say, well, it's Corinne
Who has found a thorn again
The little black one from the game warden
It's a real stupid trap
In unison the parishioners
Dir' there's only one who does him good
And when winter comes
Under the first snowflakes
With a big blow
We bleed the pig
Is it the beast that is dying
From whom do these cries come
Pushed behind the church
But the faithful who pray
Chorus
They say, it's Corinne
Who has found a pine again
It's that of the shepherd Bobby
At the change of his sheep
unison the parishioners
Say there's only one who does her good
She took to Africa
Her husband Casimir
Who thought he heard one evening
An elephant trumpet
But this long wild cry
This fierce clamor
The warriors of the village
Knew it by heart
Chorus
They say well it's Corinne
Who has found another thorn
Probably that of the great sorcerer
Who shakes the couscous maker for him
in unison with the Africans
Say there's only one who does him good
In a transatlantic
On the way back
They meet whales
Screaming of love
But in the dark night
These cries of torture
The sailors recognized them
As did the boaters
Chorus
They said, well is Corinne
The captain is teasing her
this hour in

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