Bài hát Aline - Christophe. J'avais dessiné sur le sable. Son doux visage qui me souriait. Puis il a plu sur cette plage. Dans cet orage, elle a disparu. . Et j'ai crié, crié. Aline, pour qu'elle
Fame is like a piece of chewing gum. Fruity taste and bitter sweet. Making money is a waste of money, honey. Making a living don't make a life Don't need a ride in a jazzed up pumpkin. No feather
Mondays child was fairer face. Tuesday, well, he fell from grace. He went under, I wonder did he see me. . When he finally hit the brake. He turned the wheel so bravely. Was his aim to save me.
