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Let us go there! Take a ride á the tower eiffel, á to meet this Japanese one, tres tres beautiful. In the hand a will drug in plastic, these last shoes cry,
One says for him, You're tres chic. One takes it, sure an isle to the millieu of the seine, potential of this night, This mortal night, one takes it, One takes
it by the hand, and one begins.
Leave to return the lumiere in your head, goes out all that have you inside, say me something Big, concentrate you, hears you the sirenes of the party? You know c'que I some think, me? I want myself reveiller, me reveiller with you!
One will dance á laughs in the dreams of the all the boys, fly star in star, on the back of a dragon, In the arms
of the moon, one all can forget, but in this paradise, one Risks s'ennuyer... t'endends you the sirenes, the
sirenes of the fete, You know this that I some think. ... I want myself reveiller...
One says for him, You're tres chic. One takes it, sure an isle to the millieu of the seine, potential of this night, This mortal night, one takes it, One takes
it by the hand, and one begins.
Leave to return the lumiere in your head, goes out all that have you inside, say me something Big, concentrate you, hears you the sirenes of the party? You know c'que I some think, me? I want myself reveiller, me reveiller with you!
One will dance á laughs in the dreams of the all the boys, fly star in star, on the back of a dragon, In the arms
of the moon, one all can forget, but in this paradise, one Risks s'ennuyer... t'endends you the sirenes, the
sirenes of the fete, You know this that I some think. ... I want myself reveiller...