We were born in the French army,
The school told us we were Gauls,
And we lived in a wooden hut.
My heel is the French army,
Invented by immigrants.
Oh,
the story is complicated,
There is too much magic in my intensity.
Sometimes I want to know, The truth, our truth.
For a long time we had no fear,
The people were like animals,
Oh,
the story is complicated,
There is too much magic in my intensity.
The school told us we were Gauls,
Oh,
the story is complicated,
There is too much magic in my intensity.
Sometimes I want to know, The truth, our truth.
For a long time we had no fear,
The people were like animals,
Oh,
the story is complicated,
There is too much magic in my intensity.
Cafmar Bar Yab, Chinoise Arabe.
Zoti, Kone, Nule, Régnone.
Cafmar Bar Yab, Chinoise Arabe.
Oh,
the story is complicated,
There is too much magic in my intensity.
There is too much magic in my intensity.