Once upon a time
In a strange state
A merchant of bad faith
Who says to himself "my faith
There's nothing wrong with that
I keep my cool
And then I sell it
To young and old
You have to kill time"
There are sometimes
Some people like that
Who say quietly to themselves:
What are they singing to me here?
Fa sol la si da
that won't happen to me
Nothing to worry about
Everything is as before
We can kill the time
Sleep, Rémi
Nothing to worry about an illness
Bandits
Don't take it to paradise
Tell me we're not
Like these people
Who are you pointed the finger
Because, for once
You believed in good faith
This girl full of joy
Children's game, children's games
The love in all winds
It was to kill time
Sleep, Rémi
No reason to make it an illness
that said
Without you, it is not paradise
Sleep, Rémi
I won't get sick from it
it's promised
I might just get one melody
Rémi
Do Re Mi Fa Sol

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