I know a crane on the old harbour, with long teeth like the end, and that digs up all the sailors, when the soul grieves and the heart sleeps. It's in Marseille that I'm going to see her, when the sun turns into a tweed, and that the mistral plays the Caïd, it's in Marseille that she hangs in the evening. She has embarked skirts, all the chalets that hang at night, and choupons that make so much noise, that you can hear them at the end of the quay. It's enough to put a little bit of silk, it's more *** calm than the Brest, and I call her the Marseillaise, it's me that I see. Stop a little bit, that I see, if you make the weight, and if I would have some for my money. Stop a little bit, that I see, if the stars run with you, and you will tell me, how much I owe you. Stop a little bit, that I see, if the stars run with you, and you will tell me, how much I owe you. Stop a little bit, that I see, if the stars run with you, and you will tell me, how much I owe you. She has embarked skirts, all the chalets that hang at night, and choupons that make so much noise, that you can hear them at the end of the quay. It's enough to put a little bit of silk, it's more *** calm than the Brest, and I call her the Marseillaise, it's me that I see. Stop a little bit, that I see, if you make the weight, and if I would have some for my money. Stop a little bit, that I see, if the stars run with you, and you will tell me, how much I owe you. I know a crane, that has no principle, like a day without bread, that unclogged all the kids, smoking their lives in their boxes. It's in Verdun that you can see her, when the memories get caught, and that the Vendee Globe puts down its suitcase, and that the medals make the sidewalk. That one, you can never see her, unless you see her eyes closed, and the periscope in the nostrils, well elongated under the boulevard. It's enough to put a little bit of silk, it's more *** calm than the Brest, and I call her the Marseillaise, it's me that I see, if you make the weight, and if I would have some for my money. Stop a little bit, that I see, if the stars run with you, and lend me a little bit of copper, so that I can finish my song, the time that I waste, my Marseillaise. © BF-WATCH TV 2021 © BF-WATCH TV 2021