Yellow Cake
Miscellaneous
La Rue Des Cent Pas
(André Fernandez)
A lot of things are happening,
Since you're no longer here
br/>A strange metamorphosis
Which reorganizes my steps...
In the street of a hundred steps, the night lies in wait for me...
I am alone, I I'm naked and I'm cold,
In the street of a hundred steps.
I would never have believed that you would throw me away,
Like one throws away greasy paper.
You come to declare a famine to me,
And my diet will be without you...
In the hundred-step street hunger worries me,
I always think of you and I'm cold.
In the street of a hundred steps.
Short life after defeat...
Which of us defeated what,
The days of celebration fade away,
And my heart smells of cold tobacco...
In the street of a hundred paces I lose my head,
I am alone, I'm naked, and I drink,
And I dance with you...
(Bridge)
A lot of things have happened,
Since you I'm not here anymore
And if I take an over dose,
It won't be love, believe me...
In the hundred-step street
people worry ¨tent,
To see me spread out in the cold.
In the street of a hundred steps...
A lot of things have happened
Since that you are far from me,
A strange metamorphosis
That pulls me down...
In the street the hundred steps
Trample my head
I am no longer, I am fleeing, I am cold;
In the street of a hundred steps...