At the foot of the counter
They are there by the dozen
They are doing their duty
No problem, no problem
All these cigarette butts
What there... we look
From above
Blonds or brunettes
They are no longer kids
They regret the times
Deliriums between cigarettes
br/>Bitterness at the tips of your lips
Gauloise at your fingertips
Butts have a story
That others don't have
During their hours of glory
They were a hit
Without thinking about it
Were all burning away
All those cigarette butts
Let us look
br/>From high
More than once
Have occupied the eyes
And made dizzy
To those who did not dare
There bitterness at the tips of your lips
Gauloise at your fingertips
Butts have a story
That others don't have
The tent ashes
In the sawdust and the smoke
We trample them
They took life for life
All these cigarette butts
Let us look
br/>From high
At the foot of the counter
They are there by the dozen

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