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This song is gold. Any of you francophones out there have a translation?
Not my translation (though I made a few minor edits of my own), but found here: http://whiskeyclone.net/ghost/songinfo.php?songID=981
When one is dead, then one is dead When one no longer laughs, they no longer live When I will have cut the cord Put me in a garbage can
Let me hang a month And from there throw me to the cat Who will refuse my spleen and my liver But choose the hour for him to eat my heart
And I still stay with you On your shoulders and your knees Which I will be because it...
And I still stay with you On your shoulders and your knees Which I will be because it is necessary to exist The cat of the Cafe Des Artistes
And if the bread runs out I shall be there and don't hesitate To break my legs and my neck And then eat me like the cat
It will not be the first time That they will have eaten an artist
When one is dead, then one is dead When one no longer laughs, they no longer live When I have cut the string Put me in a garbage can
And then they forgot me there There there there there there there there there As they forgot the cat As they will forget my head and my songs
It will not be last time That they will forget an artist
And then they forgot me there There there there there there there there there
This song is gold. Any of you francophones out there have a translation?
Not my translation (though I made a few minor edits of my own), but found here: http://whiskeyclone.net/ghost/songinfo.php?songID=981
Not my translation (though I made a few minor edits of my own), but found here: http://whiskeyclone.net/ghost/songinfo.php?songID=981
When one is dead, then one is dead When one no longer laughs, they no longer live When I will have cut the cord Put me in a garbage can
When one is dead, then one is dead When one no longer laughs, they no longer live When I will have cut the cord Put me in a garbage can
Let me hang a month And from there throw me to the cat Who will refuse my spleen and my liver But choose the hour for him to eat my heart
Let me hang a month And from there throw me to the cat Who will refuse my spleen and my liver But choose the hour for him to eat my heart
And I still stay with you On your shoulders and your knees Which I will be because it...
And I still stay with you On your shoulders and your knees Which I will be because it is necessary to exist The cat of the Cafe Des Artistes
And if the bread runs out I shall be there and don't hesitate To break my legs and my neck And then eat me like the cat
It will not be the first time That they will have eaten an artist
When one is dead, then one is dead When one no longer laughs, they no longer live When I have cut the string Put me in a garbage can
And then they forgot me there There there there there there there there there As they forgot the cat As they will forget my head and my songs
It will not be last time That they will forget an artist
And then they forgot me there There there there there there there there there