Des laids, des laids [English translation]

When I'm told that I'm ugly

I'm sick of it so I do not wake up

You are my little Marylin

And I'm your Miller

Huh? Not Arthur rather Henry

The hardcore specialist

The hidden beauty

Ugly ugly

Sees himself without

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The hidden beauty

Ugly ugly

Sees himself without

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Even reggae music for my dog

What everyone thought so naughty

Poor doggie it's me who drinks

And he died of cirrhosis

Maybe it was by osmosis

So much so that he drank my words

The hidden beauty

Ugly ugly

Sees himself without

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The hidden beauty

Ugly ugly

Sees himself without

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Finally we have to do with what we have

The ugly face but we can not do anything

Besides, we are awful

I'm sure God gives us

A little of his mercy

Because

The hidden beauty

Ugly ugly

Sees himself without

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The hidden beauty

Ugly ugly

Sees himself without

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The hidden beauty

Ugly ugly

Sees himself without

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The hidden beauty

Ugly ugly

Sees himself without

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The hidden beauty

Ugly ugly

Sees himself without

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