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Translation
Ouch
Ouch, you hurt me
And my animal heart
The interior immigrant
You cause me pain
You give me heartache
We're not the same,
And yet,
We marvel before the same spring,
The same moon, the same traditions
We will return together,
Like the core of the same sun
If the wind comes knocking on my door
To tell me it's Christmas Eve,
I will leave like a marmot
In the sun,
When the first rays appear
Among the reeds
To pick the bird of paradise
With the hits of bells
With the sound of whisky
All of you, sing the song, like a twirling butterfly
Ouch, you hurt me
And my animal hurt...
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Offenbach: Top 3
| 1. | Mes blues passent pu dans' porte |
| 2. | Je chante comme un coyote |
| 3. | Ayoye |
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