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27 juillet 2010 2 27 /07 /juillet /2010 18:32

When I think of the old Englishwoman

That we called "Queen Mary"

Failed if far from her cliffs

On a quay of California

When I think of the English old woman

I envy the gobbled up remains

Long mails who looked for a dream

And did not see again their country

 

{ Tune:}

Never call me France

France she dropped me

Never call me France

It is my last will

 

I was a gigantic boat

Capable of crossing thousand years

I was a giant, I was almost,

Almost so hardly as the ocean

I was a gigantic boat

I took thousands of lovers

I was France, what there remains?

A mooring for cormorants

 

{ In the Tune}

 

When I think of the old Englishwoman

That we called "Queen Mary"

I would not like to finish as her

On a quay(platform) of California

That the biggest warship

Has the courage to pour me!

The bottom turned in Saint-Nazaire

Breton country where I was born

 

{ In the Tune}


 

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