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Ludwig Von 88
This Happy Day Is Full of Joy
Poussiere D'empire (Pousse De Bambou)
Bamboo shoot was born in Tonkin
Survived to all the Americans
Wind in his heart he is in love
Conjuring fear he goes carefree
Bamboo shoot will no longer stay holed up
Trembling on his knees when the sky must burn
Wind in his skull it ignites in vain
A puff of napalm sealed his destiny
Bamboo shoot lets itself be carried in the airs
A crazy whirlwind in the seasonal monsoons
Ascending current he braves death
His soul is the wind the dust is his body
When the winds blow rises
When the city sleeps
Bamboo shoot sings
Between the junks and the port
When the monsoon comes
When the rain falls
Grows bamboo dance
And in the hurricane he laughs
Di boumba, di boumbé
In the dark waters of the Mekong Delta
Di boumba, di boumbé
Bamboo shoot cahnte when the bombs fall on him
Bamboo shoot is happy he eats rice good white rice one day he
will be on the 5 in a television report c life on the 5 is beautiful
One day it will attract journalists blood always attracts journalists
Then he will be shot or judged fit to go and decontaminate Chernobyl
br/>Or who knows what else is normal, we only ever get what
deserves.