Paroles:
Le Boucher

He bien moi c'est Marcel, boucher avenue d'Courcelles William: William Cramps c'est mon nom, je t'etripe pour de bon William: Gros Leon je presume, le

Traduction: Daniel Boucher. Le Nombril Du Monde.

la foi Je suis le cri que charrie le vent Je survis a la nuit des temps Je ne suis le cri d?esperanc?e Je perdure dans le silence Je suis le cri de

su, c'que t'es capable de dire Y veut pas savoir ton faisage Si tu runnes, si tu sonnes, si t'es capables sourire Pour lui, c'est plus le chantage La melodie, le son du respire Le son du fond, le

amuser On va partir le bal ensemble on va danser Venez venez allons tous rire et chanter Ensemble on va partir le bal Pendant que maman sert le ragout

This is my face, covered in freckles with an occasional spot and some veins. This is my body, covered in skin, and not all of it you can see And, this

There is a finger missing on my right hand A butchers hand in a butterfly wing span The sky hangs on a thread as I paint the white picket fence red

This is my face Covered in freckles With the occasional spot and some veins This is my body Covered in skin And not all of it you can see And this is

Take away my prime from the mouth of the lion Savage jaws are the price we pay Take away their lies let me see with my own eyes Walk along the narrow