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Le monde est beau
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Le testament
The will
And when I'm gone
When I leave this place
Could you lay on my grave
Two or three thousand doves
Only for me
So that they can't go back home
You will have to cut their wings
That's how it is
Wait a second
Two thousand birds, that's a lot of people
Given the price per meter in the cemetery
Put them all in a big steel cage
Going upward
But when doves become sick
Like pigeons, they're very dirty
It's a horror
Forget it, get me flowers
This is my will
You will understand that I'm not really leaving
This is my will
I'm staying with you for a long time
This is my will, my will
The day I leave
I will have a room in heaven
May I have for my procession
As a last gift
All my friends
They could sing in a choir
Except Florent who can't sing
Oh no, not him
And during this long funeral march
To bring me to the darkness
How many will actually come?
If there are three, it will be good enough
If they really come
If behind the hearse
You are alone, it will be weird
That sucks, wait
Call Florent back
This is my will
You will understand that I'm not really leaving
This is my will
I'm staying with you for a long time
This is my will, my will
You see, before leaving
I made arrangements to give you
A bit of money for your later years
So that you won't be in need
Or in debts
And to multiply this amount
I played some poker, but in the end
I didn't win
You owe money
This is my will
You will understand that I'm not really leaving
This is my will
I'm staying with you for a long time
This is my will, my will, oh
This is my will
You will understand that I'm not really leaving
This is my will
I'm staying with you for a long time
This is my will, my will
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submitted on 16 Вер 2023 - 21:25

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