If you knew how to keep up with the tempo,
to watch the TV hidden under my wings,
I love you on video.
Sometimes I drink at night,
you can't do anything about it,
at the sound of the lasso.
The wind in my ideas, to remove the dust,
daring to disguise the words.
Why don't you try to get on board the ship?
To watch the TV hidden under the scales,
I would do the monks.
Sometimes I drink at night,
I see lightning within the trio.
The wind in my ideas, to remove the dust,
daring to disguise the words.
If your ring is immortal,
miss,
it's good to say, ciao bye girlfriend.
Bye.
Il fait un temps superbe, c'est sûr
