Ginette [English translation]

The sea is not invented

And we die of staying here

And tightrope walker how beautiful is he

Walking in his line

Charles used to say "l'albatros"

He died walking on the earth

Yet it's not over it, we'll continue

To fly in the win

And in Marketplaces

To have the apparel

Of doing nothing to eat

We'll love ourselves again

And this time for an eternity

I Fully there, Sir !

And there was also Ginette who waltzed in "guinguette"

Who Always had a cup in advance

And if Sometimes we closed the lastdoor

It's to dream and party

There is musicians on trestles

Sooner or later we'll collapse

But there history, there history doesn't care, and we don't care

And there was Ginette who continues to turn arround

In this funeral vibes of broken cups

Come on Ginette !

Come on oh beautiful !

oh Come on !

And the sea is not invented

and we die of staying here

And that's it.....