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And hop!

The small flowers chirp
Birds tikkles each other
The sun is itching us
The people eat noodles
Some cops search you
We are pissed and fed up
In this state of scariness
Ministers have syphilis
 
Tattle on your neighbourg / the bad citizen
Who stole bread / because he was hungry
We are not whores / remember Jean Moulin
He's not dead for nothing / we refuse to be dogs
 
And hop! 'Chirac gets a bludgeon blow'
And hop! 'Pandrau gets a hammer blow'
And hop! 'Pasqua gets a beretta blow'
And hop! 'Chalandon, feathers and tar'
 
Hello Rat service / I saw an acomplice I saw him smoking shit / It's probably a Shi'ite
Get your hands dirty / to win big bucks
Did you collaborate with the police?
 
Give me your papers / you got a drug addict's face
Your so tanned that you must be a fag
My condolences / I am not a snitch
I do what I do and leave me the fuck alone!
 
And hop! 'Europe acts like a whore'
And hop! 'France really stink like gallows'
And hop! 'The army takes over the cités'
And hop! 'The cops patrols at Prisunic'
 
You'll have to get used to CRS occupying the pavement before they occupy the rest
No way we bend over to the security order
No way we snitch / Dont let them take over
 
The wolves of the extrem right howl at the death penalty
Let them go to the slaughterhouse and have those pigs slaughtered
We should judge them for tge crimes commited
It's them we should condemed / they think all is allowed to them
And hop!'Le Pen gets a
Tucker phone strike'
And hop! 'Bigears gets 20 years inside'
And hop! 'A skin gets a crowbar to the face'
And hop! 'Deferre ends up in the cemetery'
 
- Hello Hi Ronald, it's Mikhaïl
Do you have napalm to break the rebels?
- No mutch better then that / I have mortal gas
Send me vodka while waithing for Genève!
 
For the crime of bad face we beat the shit out of you
They expel all they want / protected by the law
From Paris to Marseille / A movement is waķing
Youth in combat will defy all your laws
 
And hop! 'Paris after Nagasaki'
And hop! 'Cuba after Hiroshima'
And hop! 'Keupon took some mushrooms'
And hop! 'Babar high on dubes'
And hop! 'Moscow taken over by crazys'
And hop! 'Thatcher gets an iron slap'
And hop! 'Beyrouth is crusted paté'
And hop! 'Dallas holduped by Fantômas'
And hop! 'A tousan Gallic inside the Capitole'
And hop! 'A tousan Sioux gets out of the sewers'
And hop! 'A tousan dwarves attack the Kremlin'
 


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18.03.2025

Let it fly





Let it fly
Let it fly
Let it fly
 

Let it live
Let it fly
Let it fly
 

Let it fly
Let it fly
Let it fly
 

Let it live
Let it fly
In the middle of bullseye
Swishes right through the hoop*
 

I remember the branch and the tree
I remember the shared mouth
I remember the grand longing
 

I share a room with you
I share a shirt with you
Until I depart into the rain
 

I remember the branch and the tree
I remember the sad mop and the moon
I watch as the rock breathes
I watch as fingers leave prints
I watch everything over again
I listen closely to sky and earth
 

I everything doesn't fit into the cranium
One can hide their face in their shirt
Even a chair can be a friend
With it one can laugh and cry
One can watch a movie on the ceiling
And feel the rain in one's soul
A mosquito flies with us
It would like a drop of our blood
 

Let it fly
Let it fly
Let it fly
 

Let it live
Let it fly
 

I left you behind
I left you behind
And went away
Sometimes you just have to leave to see
Open the door and walk into the rain
 

I remember your gaze
I remember your agony
I remember the throe in one's** soul
 

I remember the branch and the tree
I remember the shared mouth
I remember the tranquil moon
 


18.03.2025

Italian Twist





(Hey, paisano, Italian twist,
whoa-oh-oh-oh,
and joy, twistin' like a-crazy,
whoa-oh-oh-oh.)
 

Round and round like a pizza pie,
turn, turn, do and die.
Hey, paisano, Italian twist,
hey, baby, drink a little wine.
 

I took a trip to Italy
and what do you think I saw?
Well, everybody was doin' the twist
from nine to ninety-four.
 

Oh, you should see Sophia twist,
she swings from north to south
and when Gina shakes her hips,
the boys all twist and shout.
 

Hey, paisano, Italian twist,
whoa-oh-oh-oh,
and joy, twistin' like a-crazy,
whoa-oh-oh-oh.
 

Turn, dear, turn, lover
doin' the twist at the sleazy bar.
Hey, paisano, Italian twist,
hey, baby, drink a little wine.
 

In Rome, I met a fella
they called Chubby Knock
and when he starts to do the twist,
the girl begins to yell.
 

And when I went to Venice town,
I saw the strangest sight:
gondaliers were twistin' 'round
and singin' through the night.
 

Hey, paisano, Italian twist,
whoa-oh-oh-oh,
and joy, twistin' like a-crazy,
whoa-oh-oh-oh.
 

Turn, dear, turn, lover
doin' the twist at the sleazy bar.
 

Hey, paisano, Italian twist,
whoa-oh-oh-oh,
and joy, twistin' like a-crazy,
whoa-oh-oh-oh.
 

Round and round like a pizza pie,
turn, turn, do and die.
Hey, paisano, Italian twist,
hey, baby, drink a little wine.
 

Hey, paisano, Italian twist,
whoa-oh-oh-oh,
and joy, twistin' like a-crazy,
whoa-oh-oh-oh...
 


18.03.2025

Cherries





Another one of those
Who wrecks you entirely
And doesn't stay to fix things
I'll say it to you straight
You deserve better
 

This is the new you, a new chapter,
and here the rules are different
Now is your time to decide
who you let in close
I know it still hurts,
but you will fall in love again
 

I promise that the next time cherries are blossoming
You won't taste it on lips anymore
Old wounds heal on new skin
You'll see - baby you'll see
 

I promise that the next time cherries are blossoming
You'll glow again, and get your energies back
Old wounds heal on new skin
You'll see - baby you'll see
 

There's still feelings, but
You'll get over it
Even though you don't think so yet
A new door opens when
One closes behind you
Mmm, yeah
 

This is the new you, a new chapter,
and here the rules are different
Now is your time to decide
who you let in close
I know it still hurts,
but you will fall in love again
 

I promise that the next time cherries are blossoming
You won't taste it on lips anymore
Old wounds heal on new skin
You'll see - baby you'll see
 

I promise that the next time cherries are blossoming
You'll glow again, and get your energies back
Old wounds heal on new skin
You'll see - baby you'll see
 

Now is your turn to pick
just what works for you
Let it go if it hurts
Now is your turn to pick
just what works for you
Time to choose yourself first
 

I promise that the next time cherries are blossoming
You won't taste it on lips anymore
Old wounds heal on new skin
You'll see - baby you'll see
 

I promise that the next time cherries are blossoming
You'll glow again, and get your energies back
Old wounds heal on new skin
You'll see - baby you'll see
 


18.03.2025

Open a Path for You





Exhausted from each other like this , receiving back gossip and mockery
I don’t get a bit of comfort or carefree satisfaction
Letting go of everything, I make an effort even though I know it will collapse
Longing for ambiguity, but I still always stand and wait
 

(Loving) each other deeply, then split in two, I thought that love wouldn’t fade
Caring to the point of being superficial, so I also don’t know who to blame
Many tragedies and comedies fall upon my shoulders, I bear the numbness of the whole sky
I have to make a way, sending you off, hoping to be reconciled
 

Since the day you left, I toss and turn at every thought
A piercing pain in my heart, I don’t see peace or leisure anywhere
Since the day you became far away, I fell apart on a pouring rainy afternoon
Deep years and months disappeared with the cold sunset
 

The emptiness of late nights, I silently light a few drops of spare oil
My heart burns out, I have to embrace sorrow alone
The shaky love story split the two of us, each person on one branch
Disasters and misfortunes, why must I be the one to bear them?