Beyond the sweetness of Harrys Bar
And the tenderness of Zanzibar, there was this road
Beyond the illusions of Timbuct
And the long legs of Babal, there was this road
That silent road that flies away
Like a butterfly, a nostalgia
Nostalgia with the taste of cureao
Maybe one day I'll explain better
Et alors, Monsieur Hemingway, what's up?
Et alors, Monsieur Hemingway, how about you?

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