Well, I hope you're in the olive grove, yeah And I hope you're not alone Was I awoken by some presentiment, or was that a gun? It was probably just a cracker It was probably just a cracker, it's the 14th of July In Montreuil it matters that someone died
Split me open and burn me in two Or roll me in the summer dew I don't want to hate Marseille just because of this one day So hurry up and rain, complete my day In shame, shame Shame Shame, shame Oh, in shame, oh
Well, I'm sorry for everything we've done I'm sorry for the glory of the queen, the glory of the gun I'm sorry, I don't know what else to say So what do I do? To whom do I pray? To reserve my lot, to reserve my place Well, I don't even like to think too much about fate Does that make me fatalist, or naturalist? Is it ignorance? Wait, wait
Split me open and burn me in two Or roll me in the summer dew I don't want to hate Marseille just because of this one day So hurry up and rain, complete my day In shame, shame Shame Shame, shame Oh, in shame, ohTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
