In the city of flowers, said those who saw him pass by,
that maybe he had too much to drink, but for him it was normal.
One thought it a matter of women
another said "just like Marilyn Monroe".
They carried him away in two hundred
too bad that it was only when he left.
The night they took the wine and washed the road with it.
Who killed the young angel who went around without a sword?
And the man of the television said:
"No tears should be wasted, at the end of the day, what
is more beautiful than life? spring has just started..."
Some recalled that he had some debts,
muttered under breath that that was the reason.
He was full of tranquilizers, but he wasn't a mean guy.
The night they took his hands
and used them for a louder applause
Who killed the little prince who didn't believe in death?
And far, far away, say what you will
but not that silence hasn't been respected.
The musical correspondent wrote:
"Everything's been paid"
They gathered behind the stage
with sweaty eyes and hands in their pockets
everyone said "I have been his father!"
so that the show won't end.
The night that they all went to dinner
humming "La vie en rose"
Who killed the porter's son
who was in a rush, and couldn't stop?
And so the game ended
with the friends coming from afar
to lay a rose over the crime reports
closing an eye, shaking a hand.
Some still remember him as he lights a cigarette
others made a monument to him,
to forget him a bit quicker.
The night they took the wine and washed the road with it.
Who killed that young angel who went around without a sword?