Angel
By Les Fils De Mandrin
Au Café Du Colibri
Checkmate and rounds of leather,
Automata made entirely of cashmere,
It buzzes like a wasp
In the great breastplate of boredom!
Useless swarm of wasps
At the Café du Colibri!
We don't keep wolves on a leash,
It's is even worse if you hurt them;
Be careful of your queen,
She is in your glass of cooked wine!...
A storm is unleashed
At the Café du Colibri!
If you want to race us,
The surins are listed on the stock exchange!
You have to know how to choose your pawns
When you have the mind of a dandy!
With the Cro-Magnon man,
It's Hummingbird Party!
Don't burp anymore, don't move! Not a move!
Dorian knows music!
Admire, admire ladies and gentlemen,
It’s Mister Fier-Ã-Bras who is orchestrating!
Gallinacé These are proud farmyards,
Your currency will no longer be valid!
Oh! So that a shroud of slaves
Come and share my meal.
It's that in my heart cellar
It must have been very cold there!
[Words: Christian Dé camps - Editions Warner Chappell 1976]

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