I was born, Passage de la Bonne Graine
I took seed, and for a long time
I work like a dog all week
I swear to you that the boss is happy
br/>My friends got angry
It's not very smart, what you're doing
You have to do it right, but you're exaggerating,
You'll see that one day, you'll will regret
I don't really care
Anything could happen to me
I don't care a lot
I have my Sunday which is me
It's perhaps banal
But what people think of you
I don't care!
I don't care!
There are the banks of the Seine
There is the avenue de l'Opra
There is the Bois de Vincennes
What a beautiful Sunday we had
And then, there is the ball
Which gives you chills everywhere
There are paintings
Who are more beautiful than jewelry
There are the handsome men
Who kiss you on the neck
The rest, after all,
I don't care!
It was on one of these beautiful Sundays
That we both started dancing
Big black eyes, long white hands
So, I let myself be kissed
My friends started angry
This guy is known, he has no heart
He's a barefoot, a scumbag
He'll show you all the colors
I don't care a lot
Anything can happen to me
I don't care a lot
I have my lover who is me
It's perhaps banal
But what people think of you
a mest gal!
I don't care!
There are her arms that threaten
There is her soft and warm body
There to his mouth which kisses me
Ha, my lover, he is beautiful!
And then there is the ball
When I am in his arms it's crazy
I would feel bad
br/>When he says to me Come! Let's go home!
Ah the animal!
With him, I could go anywhere
The rest after all,
I don't care!
I lived such lovely hours
When he held me in his arms
I never believed that in life
We could be happy like this
But one day when everything was just laughter
A spring day filled with joy
He left without saying anything to me
Without even kissing me one last time
I don't really care
Anything could happen to me
I don't really care
I have my past which is me
It may be banal
But what people think of you
I don't care
I don't care !
The memories that threaten
Sing in the depths of my heart
And all the corners where I pass
Remind me of my happiness
And then there is the ball
I dance, and I close my eyes
I think it's still the two of us
Sometimes I hurt
My heart beats hard
a mest gal
I don't care!

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