Those People First, first, theres the eldest He, whos as big as a melon He, who has a big nose He, who doesnt know his name anymore Mister, since he drinks so much He drank so much That he cant two anything with his ten fingers But he, who cant take it anymore He, whos completely drunk And who thinks hes the king Who gets drunk every night On bad wine But who we find, in the morning, Sleeping in the church As stiff as a gargoyle As white as an Easter candle And whos babbling And whose eyes are rambling I must say, Mister That those people Dont think, Mister They dont think, they pray And then, theres the other one With carrots in his hair Who doesnt know what a comb is Whos as mean as a tinea So mean, hed even give the shirt off his back To poor happy people Who married this Denise A girl from the town I mean, from another town And, thats not all Who goes about his things With his little hat With his little coat With his little car Whod like to like one, But who doesnt look like one at all You cant pretend to be rich When youre penniless I must say, Mister That those people Dont live, Mister They dont live, they cheat And then, there are the other ones The mother who doesnt say anything Or says complete nonsense From dusk until dawn From under her nice apostle face And in her wooden frame Theres the moustache of the father Who died by slipping on the floor And whos watching his herd Eating cold soup And they make big flchss And they make big flchss And then theres the very old one Who wont stop vibrating And everyones waiting for her to die Cause shes the one whos got the money And no one ever listens What her poor hands are saying I must say, Mister They those people Dont talk, Mister They dont talk, they count And then, and then And then theres this Frida Whos as beautiful as a sun And who loves me as much As I love Frida We even tell each other quite often That well own a house With plenty of windows With almost no walls And that well live inside And that itll feel good to be there And that even though its not sure, Its still a maybe Because the others dont want to Because the others dont want to The others say, just like that That shes too beautiful for me That Im barely good enough To slit a cats throat I never killed any cat Or at least, not recently Or its possible Ive forgotten Or maybe they didnt smell good Well, they dont want to Sometimes, when we see each other Pretending that its just a coincidence With her wet eyes She says that shell leave She says that shell follow me And so for a moment Only for a moment Well, I believe her, Mister For a moment Only for a moment Because those people Mister, they dont leave They dont leave, Mister They dont leave But its getting late, Mister I must get back home
Posted on: Tue, 04 Nov 2014 00:58:35 +0000
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