I don't complain about anything
You'll certainly see tomorrow
I know there's grain
The mills are all full
And I like bread
I'm not too smart
I forgot my age
Rain has never soaked me
You aren't the one who'll start.
Refrain:
Who makes blonds cry?
Who makes the world go around?
And makes the lilacs blossom?
In any case, it's not you.
Who makes brunettes sing?
Who makes the moon change (its phases)?
Who will make me suffer?
You aren't the one to talk/say so!
I'm getting out of the helicopter
I visited the earth
I crossed the desert
Without getting thirsty
With a photograph
I love trips
I skate and I swim
You can make me do a "drive-fly" (? get away?)
With no way to make me walk