Jean-Pax Méfret - Parole d'homme Лирицс транслатион то енглисх

Word of man

At the edge of Zaïre river, one evening
A young black girl told me the story
of three strangers
 
She told me about Gino, from Palerme
Gino was Sicilian
Gino, for a firm chest
Gino would give his hand
 
And came Miguel, It's was a Spanish
Miguel, from Andalusia
It's seems that he was a crazy blade player
Miguel, he was very jealous.
 
Patrick, him, came from Ireland
Patrick, from Dublin
He's warrying lots of strip clips ammo
And firing machine-gun with one hand
 
I give you my word of man
I give you my word of man
I hear the sound of the bull-frog
I see the Kilimandjaro
I hear the sound of the bull-frog
Fuck, fucking hot weather
 
They wearing bush hat
Bracelets in elephant hair
They had face to scare
They had teeth to eat diamonds
 
Some deviated from their way
They sweat the Katanga war
It stay only 7 villages
To the lake, the Tanganyika lake.
 
I give you my word of man
I give you my word of man
I hear the sound of the bull-frog
I see the Kilimandjaro
I hear the sound of the bull-frog
And on the bridge of a old cargo ship
 
A sailor disillusioned
On a banjo out of tune
Body wallowed on a hamac
think he was Jean-Sebastian Bach
 
When the rocket fall on them
The were all dreaming
to a child, to a wife
Fuck, fucking hot weather
 


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