Me I drag in the desert for more 28 days
And already some mirages tell me to turn around
The fairy snow follows me banging on his drum
Ghosts of union merchants
certainties have crept up my moon, blaming my attitude
C is not very popular taste for solitude.
[Chorus]
When you're in the desert for too long
You t'demandes whom it serves all the rules a bit rigged
From the game we want to make you play
blindfolded.
All raptors of power led by a sinister clown big
rush to me on the music of poor accordionist
I think they come to me with the joy of the artist's life
On the other hand, that Cain still whimsical
His eye is filled with sand and his mouth full of verdicts
It sits in a graveyard of old shovels.
[Chorus]
When you're in the desert for too long
You t'demandes whom it serves all the rules a bit rigged
From the game we want to make you play
blindfolded.
People say that all poets end arms traffickers
It is 50 million poets, that's what must be our charm
On a moon of Saturn, my parrot sounds alarm
Funny but everyone who cares
Friday falling anywhere, are solitary
Who Robinson said: "j'trouve over my island, you would not see the sea"
Will have to talk about J'lui thermonuclear.
[Chorus]
When you're in the desert for too long
You t'demandes whom it serves all the rules a bit rigged
From the game we want to make you play
blindfolded.
Yesterday a man came up to me to approach a little shuffling
J'lui When asked how you got into days, he said nearly 30
J 'm' remember he hoped to hold up to 40
J'lui When asked for his message, he told me calmly:
Politicians eventually all to make an asylum
I realized that I could soon regain the city.
[Chorus]
When you're in the desert for too long
You t'demandes whom it serves all the rules a bit rigged
From the game we want to make you play
blindfolded.
[x3]
Jean-Patrick Capdevielle
1979
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