Between the swell and the squall
The Poet is there, he is good
When there is no longer any other side
There is no longer any other side places
Precarious balance
The worm maker is king
Just a little wine to be at ease
No need for salt, no need for salt ¨ze to be smart
Just a little wine to be comfortable
No need for peze, no need for peze to be smart
Between â le Havre and Caumartinâ
Without beating around the bush
He arrives with panache
And finds his feet
With words he juggles
To escape a bitter childhood
Hanging under the nails
Like a piece of worms
Just a little wine to be at ease
No need to pass ¨ze, no need for peze to be smart
Just a little wine to be at ease
No need for peze, no need for peze to be smart
Above from evening to morning
He refuses to go to sorrow
Remains free to love
And fears the white
But he will die eclipse
Life is a poem, however.
Just a little wine to be at ease
No need for pizza, no need for pizza to act clever
The sky is witness to its poetry ©sie
The King has chosen the right to the feast
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