Bagnard, in the penal colony of Vauban
In the îl' of Ré
I eat black bread and white walls
In the î the one of Ré
In the city my cutie is waiting for me
But in twenty years
For her I will no longer be a person
Shit   Vauban
Bagnard, I am, chain and ball
All for nothing, They squeezed me in the island of Ré
It's for my good
We can see the clouds passing by
Which are going to burst
I see the flower of the world fading ¢age
Shit à Vauvan
Bagnard, here the young ladies
In the îl' of Ré
Come closer to see the trimming our wings
In the îl' of Ré
Ah, may never come the one
That I loved so much
For her I missed © the beautiful one
Shit à Vauban
Bagnard, the beautiful one is up there
In the gray sky
She's going behind ¨ere the bars
Until Paris
I'm in the dungeon with her
While dreaming
To my love who is the most beautiful
Shit à Vauban
Bagnard, the time that lengthens so much
In the îl' de Ré
With its lice time eats you away
br/>In Rîl' of Ré
Where are his eyes where is his mouth
With the wind
Sometimes it seems that I touches them
Shit à Vauban
It's a little black hearse
Narrow and old
Which will take me out one evening
And it will be better I will see the white road again
Feet first
But I will sing from underneath my boards
Shit à Vauban

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