Danse Cette annee on a de la chance Le Pere Fouettard est en vacances Tres loin tres loin de chez nous En son absence On n'aura pas de penitence Saint
Late at night I like to hide. I dwell inside the shadows. But I wasn't always this alive. Since you hung me from the gallows. You know I love the night
"Make it" comes alive In my private glass tent A portable mortuary Going... Going... But not yet gone 'Cus when it does, it does and then... The ancient
Traduction: Guided By Voices. Le Père Fouettard pleureur.
Traduction: Yngwie Malmsteen. Le Père Fouettard.
: Late at night I like to hide. I dwell inside the shadows. But I wasn't always this alive. Since you hung me from the gallows. You know I love the night
