Coming into the world is a real challenge.
There are periods for the lucky ones
Then others where? only bells are born.
Tac tacatactac - tsoin tsoin.
Tatave, is that? that he found himself.
He drew, drew
The lottery of existence
The series of those who are unlucky,
Not pretty kids and losers,
Those who eat? the kitchen,
Which work? side of their boots
And who must never bring it back.
Tatave! Tatave!
He wasn't spoiled? !
In these cases, without hesitation,
Reason commands to seek,
Without delay a consolation.
Tac tacatactac - tsoin tsoin.
Tatave, he fell into the trap.
He shot, shot
In the game of love, a bad bream,
One of those lots that say "how we love each other"
Right? the day before you overtake,
Of these ardent and so beautiful girls
How nothing seems beautiful enough for them
So much we fear to see them get away.
Dat! Tatave!
That same one, she cheated you!
As soon as this mouse was known,
Tatave went to get the grisby
Essential to spoil her.
Tac tacatactac - tsoin tsoin.
Tatave, ? this thing?, got wet?.
He shot?, shot?
At the employee? who was rebuffing,
Shooting? on two sniffing guys
Who appeared, stuffed,
In no hurry to die, the partridges
To this apple, they didn't give a gift.
Tatave su 'He fell?.
Tatave! Tatave! Tatave, did he iron you? !...
Tatave! Tatave! The game was rigged...
Poor Tatave

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