Long, long, long after the poets have disappeared their songs are still running streets The crowd sings a bit distracted ignoring the name l'auteur not know who beat their hearts Sometimes we exchange a word, a sentence and when we are running out of ideas it is la la la la la lei la la la la la lei Long, long, long after the poets have disappeared their songs are still running streets Their soul light it's their songs that make gays, who make sad girls and boys bourgeois, artists and vagrants.
their songs are still running
streets
The crowd sings a bit distracted
ignoring the name l'auteur
not know who beat
their hearts
Sometimes we exchange a word, a sentence
and when we are running out of ideas
it is la la la la la lei
la la la la la lei
Long, long, long
after the poets have disappeared
their songs are still running
streets
Their soul light it's their songs
that make gays, who make sad
girls and boys
bourgeois, artists and vagrants.
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