autour d'un brasero Ecoutaient l'un d'eux qui, sur son banjo, Chantait le mortel ennui Du pays du soleil de minuit Y a pas d'cerises en Alaska Et goutchi
Cre-moe, cre-moe pas, quequ' part en Alaska Y a un phoque qui s'ennuie en maudit Sa blonde est partie gagner sa vie Dans un cirque aux Etats-Unis Le
I'm on the road to Alaska, nowhere near Nebraska, but I'm sure if I asked her she'll know. I ain't got no honey, I'm so short of money. I really
music was clear Prettiest voice I had heard in two years The song she kept singing would make a man's blood run cold When it's springtime in Alaska,
Alaska, go north, the rush is on Way up north, north to Alaska, way up north, north to Alaska North to Alaska, go north, the rush is on North to Alaska
The ultimate error: war The total error: war All empires' rhythm: war Poor human wretch He is a tiny slimy worm Why do we need a rosy old Statesman's
Would you die for me ? If I say please ? Would you sacrifice ? Would you call my name ? There's no other way out to live with it I will knock on you door
When you'll be here, what will you say ? Will you go on lying to me again ? Inside the sores, bleeds a river you'll have to taste & swallow hole You
Hey You want to talk to me ? You don't know who I am Hey You want to take the risk ? You'd better go anywhere Hey You want to touch my skin ? You'll maybe
Let's talk RIGHT From a long time you use Words you don't control I will teach you their meaning Let's RIGHT WALK From too long you talk About weapons
is winding big nuggets they're finding North to Alaska go north the rush is on north to Alaska go north the rush is on (Way up north way up north) north to Alaska
two years The song she was singin' made a man's blood run cold When it's springtime in Alaska it's forty below (When it's springtime in Alaska it's forty
