Paroles:
Hausen

Traduction: Live. Légende Live.

On marche a peine juste quelques pas en direction de l?appartement Sur le trottoir d?en face d?autres se pressent nous ne disons presque rien Juste regarde

Two in the morning and it is last call, the taste of wine that's tattooed on my collar, yeah, and I am sober, and the bouncers are all dead, with a lonely

Another Saturday Another careless move Tell the world That you're thinking of what to do A window opens up And some one calls your name But I can tell

Life could slip away in absent minded numbness I'm only sayin this 'cuz I wish for the best when you always stay in self-incarceration I think it's such

Ain't got no money. I spent it all on a big black Cadillac. Yeah honey. We're gonna ride ride ride like Carowet(?) Cross country. For 3000 miles straight

Yonder she walked Yonder she walked, hittin one of dream A little tongue in cheek, hot poisonality She bring on the flames, and it's burning and burning

You are the original template. You are the original exemplary. How seen were you, actually? How revered were you (honestly) at the time? Why pleased

T'es ronchonchon, toi, ouais T'es ronchonchon Toi t'es fi??chi??, toi t'es grincheux, toi t'es ronchon Si t'es chafouin, fais attention Ou je t'emmi??