THE EMPTY SONG
I sing an empty song, I sing a sad song
That I don't love anymore, if you're not happier
You'll never be old, you won't you are no longer my friend, I tell you.
You lost my address after your trip to Greece
We never saw each other again, in the depths of a white country
I'm waiting for a madman to come and save my life, I tell you.
At the end of the week, I'm going to look at Hélène
That you took from me , then I felt
All the cold of my hatred, you are no longer my friend, I tell you.
THE FIRST GIRL OF MY LIFE
The first girl of my life, I don't remember her very well.
I hadn't promised her anything and I gave her back.
I left her for a blonde, for three minutes and twenty seconds.
I remember her laughing at my debut in bed.
The baker with the Smiling Heart, God knows if I did it suffer
Gave me his heart, I soiled it and I was wrong.
I came across Béatrice, she wanted to become an actress
But she ©married a rag who had a funny name
A funny name, a funny tone.
I changed for a teacher, alas, she didn't had no vice.
I traveled, she took me back, it was no longer working, I left.
The baker with the Smiling Heart, God knows if I made me suffer
Gave me her heart as a gift, I soiled it and I was wrong.
The baker with the Smiling Heart.
SHE TOOK BACK MY SOCKS
br/>She darned my socks, her breasts exposed.
She wore glasses, her nose turned upside down.
Besides, she didn't know how to do anything except darn my socks
But I liked her.
IT'S NO LONGER ABOUT YOU
From you to her via me, it doesn't concern you.
From you to her via through me, it no longer concerns you.