Paroles:
Brian Jones

Brian Jones est mort Les oliviers prennent froid l'hiver Une colombe tachee de sang Fera son nid de cheveux blonds Et dira aux passants Que Brian Jones

I walked from New York and back from L.A. I lived on a mountain and once by the bay I bought an apartment and slept in the hay but there's no place that

Wake up Jones Stop sleeping on your mama's couch Waiting for it to happen Get off home with your yellow finger tips And belly full of whata could beens

derriere Les lunettes de John Une paire de "revolver" Une "revolution" Qu'est ce qu'il y avait derriere Les lunettes de John L'ombre de sergeant Pepper Ou de Brian Jones

petite Baby Doll comme tu dansais bien le Rock 'n 'Roll ex-fan des sixties ou sont tes annees folles que sont devenues toutes tes idoles - Disparus Brian Jones

petite Baby Doll comme tu dansais bien le Rock 'n 'Roll ex-fan des sixties ou sont tes annees folles que sont devenues toutes tes idoles - Disparus Brian Jones

not participate She didn't have the right. For she was fatherless in the Fatherland. Now it's 1966 Andrew's up to all his tricks. And when Brian Jones

not participate She didn't have the right. For she was fatherless in the Fatherland. Now it's 1966 Andrew's up to all his tricks. And when Brian Jones

If I thought I knew the reason Why I've gone and fallen in love with you You're the one thing I believe in And I know quite well what I've got to do