We can give moral lessons
When we have good soup and a good fire
But when we only have the skin of a bullet
We take pleasure where you can
In the neighborhood, people joke about me
I'm a pillar of the bistro
It's true that with the drunks, I wander
Every time my heart is too heavy
Others look for complicated things
But as I hate chic
Me, it's at edge of the counter
Which I have every evening
My aperitif
I chat with the boss
I call him by his nickname
Well c 'is a good big one
Like the males I tell him
Arthur, go ahead!
And I'll play the zanzi tour for you
The phonograph plays java
Boredom slowly goes away
Everything seems beautiful to me
And I drown my deep boredom
For an hour deep inside
An aperitif
When I was sixteen, how beautiful I was kid
All the guys were giving me sales pitches
So I started partying
It happened, I don't know how
They paid me for everything without nothing to say
I had a car and a hotel
But you always had to smile
My heart smeared with gall
And I dreamed of a little mechanic
Who would only offer me kisses
So, to chase away the dark
I drank in all the bars
Apé ros
Climbed on a stool
Dipped in my cup
A blowtorch
And in front of the tired look of the dancers
I I felt taken by the chazes of the shoemaker
More rich in love than me
He kissed every day
A typist
And I had nothing to console
My heart so sorry
Only the aperitifs
But the cocktails were turning my head
So I soon gave up the job
Here I am again, God, life is stupid
Back in my old neighborhood
Here it is again, my little church
And nothing has changed at home!
Nothing, except my heart, this gray prison
To which everything remains foreign
Alas , happiness only lasts for a while
Seeing that love was leaving the camp
I returned to the counter
Where they paid me in the evening
Des aperitifs
I don't believe in anything at all anymore
Boss, one more time!
And strong stuff
It's annoying, yes, when I see the skies again
And in my dream I fish for blue dreams
Weakened by the hard blows
I didn't get my hands on the right one number
The number
And my heart empty of love
No longer has its true help
The aperitifs

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