In a forest of Africa
A barracuda drank
One 51 nature soft drink
Hé Oh, it put mint at it
For better taking its foot
And of the bottom of the jungle
One heard it shout:
for the third time:
" 51 I love you, I would drink barrels of them
With me saouler by ground
Under coconuts "
And if you give up me
Then, I poison myself
With a bottle
Of good quite yellow Ricard
51, I love you, I would drink barrels of them
With me to roll by ground
In all the gutters.
-- Thank you in Jean-baptiste
The sky it is too high,
The ground it is too low,
There is only the counter,
Who is on my level
51, I love you, I would drink barrels of them
With me to roll by ground
In all the gutters.
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