Lyrics:
l'air de rien
Qu'on prenne le soleil à deux mains
J'veux juste tes mains tes mains sur moi
Aux plages de Saint-Jean-Cap-Ferrat
Des cheveux d'or sur sable
Cap Ferrat
Och fiskar en liten stund
Vi längtar till nästa stad.
Tack för allt som du ger till mig
Aldrig förut har jag gjort nåt sånt
Tack för allt
T’as pensé aux mimosas
Du jardin de St Jean Cap Ferrat
T’as imaginé le pardon
Dans un visage racorni
Comme un océan sans fond
Dans un paysage englouti
Jeans
Jeans
Jeans
Jeans
Jeans
Jeans
Jeans
Jeans
Jeans
baseball money
Used to do it big, but now, bitch, I do it Paul Bunyan
Cincinnati Reds cap, skinny jeans, black Chucks
Hollywood shotgun, watch me make it
enchants
There's nothing that melts all my worries away
Like a day in the South of France
Breakfast at Cap Ferrat
A tray filled with ooh la la
The juice
torrentera
feu el riu més bell!
Rocamorella, coronil·la, blada, cap ferrat, jonça, pulmonària, fetgera, avellaners, dos tritons, una serp de vidre, una
Quite for no reason
I'm here for the Season
And high as a kite
Living in error
With Maud at Cap Ferrat
Which couldn't be right
Everyone's here
I first saw you
You had on blue jeans
Your eyes couldn't hide
Anything
I saw you leaving, oh
I saw you staring out in space
I next saw you
You
Sisters and brothers
This is reverend Satchmo gettin' ready to beat out this mellow sermon for you
My text this evenin's "When The Saints Go
Sisters and brothers
This is reverend Satchmo gettin' ready to beat out this mellow sermon for you
My text this evenin's "When The Saints Go
À la luée de la Saint-Jean
Un fermier qui se raclait des rentes
Dans le champ de misère des pauvres gens
Alla s'enquérir d'une servante
Après
Em desperta el meu cosí:
"som-hi, aixecat ja del llit".
Tots a punt per l'esmorzar
de bacon, pa i ous ferrats
Fem forces per anar a jugar,
i pel que
Ooh
Merry Christmas Saint Nick
Christmas comes this time each year
Ooh, ooh
Well way up North where the air gets cold
There's a tale about
Back in the day you had been part of the smart set
You'd holidayed with kings, dined out with starlets
From London to New York, Cap Ferrat
Ooh
Merry Christmas Saint Nick
Christmas comes this time each year
Ooh, ooh
Well way up North where the air gets cold
There's a tale about
Oh, when the saints go marching in
Oh, when the saints go marching in
I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in
Oh, when
À la luée de la Saint-Jean
Un fermier qui se raclait des rentes
Dans le champ de misère des pauvres gens
Alla s'enquérir d'une servante
Après
I first saw you
You had on blue jeans
Your eyes couldn't hide anything
I saw you breathing, oh
I saw you staring out in space
I next saw you
I first saw you
You had on blue jeans
Your eyes couldn't hide anything
I saw you breathing, oh
I saw you staring out in space
I next saw you
Oh, when the saints go marching in
Oh, when the saints go marching in
I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in
Oh, when
Oh, when the saints go marching in
Oh, when the saints go marching in
I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in
Oh, when
Oh when the saints go marching in
When the saints go marching in
Oh lord I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in
And when
Thought that I was safe down in New Orleans
'Til I picked up a quarter from nineteen seventy-nine
Stuck it in the back pocket of these jeans
Worn
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