=S This is all I could do, some doesn't make sense whatsoever >.<
Oh, little girl, you drink water and you are drunk
There or you drown, you have beauty to have foot you go down
To the harbour, to the harbour
Oh, little crazy one, it's not the breast stroke it's the crawl
To cross it you need shoulders
Of the body, of the body
But him, it's different
He was born on the ocean
It's a great captain
A lover, monument
You lost yourself inside
Oh, little girl, we two never have to leave
Here, there is always one to drop the other, to languish
At the harbour, at the harbour
Oh, little sappy with your pots of jam
You will leave with a lollipop but not to the adventure
To the north, to the north
But him, it's different
He was born on the white mountain
It's a great mountaineer
A lover, monument
You have lost his path
Oh, little nun if it's beyond if you find it
The return not to the beginning in order that he Opens it up to you
Again, again
Oh, little larva I am yourself and I speak to you
You are already big, so get up
Leave your hold
To the harbour, to the harbour
Your heart of a little girl has died
Oh, little girl, to your right, the Arc de Triomphe
Oh, little girl, to your left, there is a god who snores
Oh, little girl in front there are pyramids
Oh, last little girl, behind is the genius of the Bastille
=S This is all I could do, some doesn't make sense whatsoever >.<
Oh, little girl, you drink water and you are drunk There or you drown, you have beauty to have foot you go down To the harbour, to the harbour
Oh, little crazy one, it's not the breast stroke it's the crawl To cross it you need shoulders Of the body, of the body
But him, it's different He was born on the ocean It's a great captain A lover, monument You lost yourself inside
Oh, little girl, we two never have to leave Here, there is always one to drop the other, to languish At the harbour, at the harbour
Oh, little sappy with your pots of jam You will leave with a lollipop but not to the adventure To the north, to the north
But him, it's different He was born on the white mountain It's a great mountaineer A lover, monument You have lost his path
Oh, little nun if it's beyond if you find it The return not to the beginning in order that he Opens it up to you Again, again
Oh, little larva I am yourself and I speak to you You are already big, so get up Leave your hold To the harbour, to the harbour
Your heart of a little girl has died Oh, little girl, to your right, the Arc de Triomphe Oh, little girl, to your left, there is a god who snores Oh, little girl in front there are pyramids Oh, last little girl, behind is the genius of the Bastille