Yann Tiersen

La Valse Des Monstres
Le Vent Du Nord Dans Les Airs La Piastre Des Etats When we speak of marriage, yes that funny Yes that funny hobby, I wouldn’t say For if my tender maid would go, I would suffer martyrdom One day I ask my wife what I will do to-day What you will do to-Day, you will get the flour out You will fin a bag at the nearer neighbour lady I wasn’t already arrived, my wife came and fetch me My wife came and fetch me with and blow whit a screener Ah! hurry hurry home, you shall find what to do Sorry, sorry, sorry my wife, sorry sorry for this time Sorry sorry for this time, il was my friend dear-Pierre Who got me to the cabaret, I who didn’t wanted to drink Ah! it’s to drink, to drink to drink, ah! it’s to drink that we need Ah! it’s to drink that we need, always the old use Ah! if somebody could pay the drink, my cold would disappear From Letras Mania