Ludwig Von 88
This Happy Day Is Full of Joy
Zambeze
What an exhilarating adventure
These underdeveloped worlds
Behind these thick walls
I feel them all tinged
I'm going to approach them
At a respectable distance
Dreading to arouse
Their anthropophagic hatred
What inconstancy notorious
In front of my dark glasses
They drool and fade
Gods? We are steaks!
From the top of the minarets
They whisper in secret
My Rolis against a camel
That they will not have my skin
to the roof of misfortune
They are on our heels
Pulling us, hair or feather
They are enraged for good
Running through the jungle and the bush
The savages on our heels
What a crazy joy Ségolène
As life takes us
Dissoplast neoprene solemn vespers
Charles-Henri and Ségolène are still missing 'call!
West coast!