The troubadours, the rascals
Follow me closely
When I go to the bathroom
The canaries and the canaries
Envy me this sweet sound
That I do it in the morning...
The troubadours know it well
Whatever the mood
Every hour
Sound good
They are not deaf like the neighbors
br/>Who think I'm moving
That I'm not well
Who want me to move
It seems that it's for my own good...
I sing la la la
On all the tunes
And on all the tones
You are not there there there
And there is hardly
Only the echo which answers
And I have the A flat
Plain to the ground...
Since then I've been waiting for the day
When it seems like nothing
You will come and make me
Lather in the bath
God knows that words of love
You can hear them from afar
Like domestic scenes
And animals in cages
Like the sound of a pan
And the nightingales...
It goes la la la
In all the tunes
And in all the tones
You are not there there
And there is hardly
Only the echo that responds
I sing la la la
Phrases in the air
And long sobs
You're no longer here
And the mermaid
Turns into a fish...
And I have the A flat
Plain on the ground
And I have A minor
Plain to the heart...