Nous n’irons plus au bois, nous n’irons plus ensemble,
Ma jeunesse fout l’camp au rythme de tes pas,
Si tu savais pourtant, comme elle te ressemble,
Mais tu ne le sais pas
Mais tu ne le sais pasMa jeunesse fout l’camp
Via Adieu Adieu Soleil cou coupé
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Posted on Monday December 19th
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