In a brothel
We find them each in their room
Like wild beasts
A secretary of state, a Eurasian woman
The Cossacks attack Natacha
The vice-consul prefers lashes
A bddha affair which will explode
But who got killed there ©on Trotsky?
The Yankees are having fun in Warsaw
She is angry with the tsars
And 1, and 3, and 4, in the closet
A 5, Ã Â 7, in suspense for memory
Ooh wah, ooh wah, ooh wah, ooh, la, la
And Che, and Che, and Che Guevara, and Caetera
The tyrants and their wives no longer go out
Without a bodyguard, who bears witness
The tsars are used to black tides
And the solitude of a cheetah
Louis la Voyelle prefers leather boots
It sometimes reminds him of his empire
And also the Japanese ambassador
And his bad company, the revolution
And 1, and 3, and 4, in the closet
A 5, to 7, in suspense for me ©memory
But let them leave us alone
But let them leave us alone
Forever, forever
The vice-consul
Prà ©fear the lashes
A bûddha affair that will explode
Band aside they have made cursed countries
Where ¹ even the cats are no longer polite
They are all afraid of a revolution
Or a reeducation camp
A revolution, revolutions
A red star appears on the train
It's the Chinese woman who smiles for me moire
She took up arms in the face of her decline
She blames the tsars
And 1, and 3, and 4, in the closet
A 5 , à 7, in suspense for memory
Ooh wah, ooh wah, ooh wah, ooh, la, la
And Che, and Che, and Che Guevara
But let them leave us alone
But let them leave us alone
Peace forever
And good kisses everywhere
And good kisses everywhere
Everywhere, from everywhere

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