When I'm tired
To smile at these people who crush me
When I'm tired
To always tell them the same sentences
When their words fly in ©clats
When there are only walls in front of me
I will go and sleep with the lady from Haute-Savoie
When I am tired
D' move forward in the mists of a dream
When I am tired
Of a job where you walk where you die
When tomorrow will not bring me
What the inhuman cries of a pack at bay
I will go to sleep with the lady from Haute-Savoie
There are the stars running
In the snow around
From her wooden chalet
There are garlands hanging from the roof
And the night descends
On the white fir trees
Just when she hits her fingers (bis)
When I have given everything
Everything written, when I no longer have my place
Instead of throwing myself
On the first Jesus Christ who passes by
I'll take my guitar with me
And maybe my dog
If he's still here
And I'll go and sleep at the lady's house in Haute-Savoie
At the lady's house from Haute-Savoie

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