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Red Suburbs
Christmas in the Street
The Shepherds of Bacchus
Come on, shepherds, let us all go
The angel is calling us
A savior is born
For us, the happy news
A stable is the living room
What has this loving God chosen
Let us run to, z-au, z-au
Let's run more, more, more
Let's run to,
Let's run more
Let's run as quickly as possible
To this poor place
What presents should we bring
To this king of angels?
Xavier, to swaddle him
Will offer swaddling clothes
Big François, a lamb
I carry with milk
The most beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
The most fro, fro, fro
The most beautiful,
The most fro
The most beautiful cheese
From our village
Take your glass
And I have mine
Friend, you must drink
It’s in a bottle of wine
Where we find glory
To your health, Nicolas
You will drink, but you will die
I drink from, from, from
I have to arm, arm, arm
I have to,
I drink with my arm
I drink with my left arm
That's what warms me
Satan, at the bottom of hell
Burning in the flames
Would like to be in the same irons
Chain our souls
Let us no longer fear his battles
All his power is down
Despite his, his , sa
Despite fu, fu, fu
Despite his,
Despite fu
Despite his fury
God restores us to life
But to court well
To this new master
Our zeal and our love
Must above all appear
Let each one offer his heart
All burnt »Lant of this ardor
It's the healthy, healthy, healthy
It's the to, to, to
It's the healthy,
It's the to
This is the holy offering
That Jesus asks for