Poc Vecem Ter Qui Mon Serai
A Rizer Rai Que Ce Ne Pas
Er Ras Terer Que Re Ze Tai
A Rizer Rai Que Ce Ne Pas
Now I'm standing here, poor musician
And the crows in the trees
They laugh at me
But a new summer
Will drive away the winter
And I want to play, play, play
A year more or less
What does it matter?
Poc Vecem Ter Qui Mon Serai
A Rizer Rai Que Ce Ne Pas
Er Ras Terer Que Re Ze Tai
A Rizer Rai Que Ce Ne Pas