en voyage
La quatrième jour, un étranger arriva à Hamelin et demanda à voir le maire :
-J’ai entendu dire que vous offriez mille pièces d’or à celui qui délivrerait la ville de ses rats.
Le maire demanda :
– Cela est vrai, mais qui êtes-vous ?
– On m’appelle le Joueur de flûte. Je sais comment vous aider.
If I was young, I’d flee this town
I’d bury my dreams underground
As did I, we drink to die, we drink tonight
Far from home, elephant gun
Let’s take them down one by one
We’ll lay it down, it’s not been found, it’s not around
Let the seasons begin – it rolls right on
Let the seasons begin – take the big king down
Let the seasons begin – it rolls right on
Let the seasons begin – take the big king down
And it rips through the silence of our camp at night
And it rips through the night
And it rips through the silence of our camp at night
And it rips through the silence, all that is left is all
that i hide
Beirut
clementineTe 
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