| We sing all the time Paris, the plac' Pigalle
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| The islands of the tam-tams, or the fatal beauties
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| Me, I'm going to sing my fields
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| And, in a very firm voice, opening my mouth wide
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| I will sing the farm
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| The farm of my country, its woods and its meadows
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| The so pretty Julie, and even her dairy
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| In the countryside, with my girlfriend
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| We live very quietly like two carefree
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| In the countryside, with my girlfriend
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| We are very happy near our two oxen
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| When it's time to sow, everyday we sow
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| And in the evening when we have sown, then we love each other
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| Because you understand, it's good to love each other
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| With my girlfriend
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| In the countryside
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| We celebrate at harvest, when the birds are chirping
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| When you kill the pig, what a joy to be bored
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| Me, I like the outdoors, because I work there at ease
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| And I live well on my land, where always don't mind
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| Blackberries will ripen, beaks will peck
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| Screams will squeal, ears of corn… will sprout
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| In the countryside, with my girlfriend
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| We laugh, I confess it like a peer… of crazy people
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| In the countryside with my girlfriend
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| We eat galore, like two satisfied
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| Work in the fields, never get tired of it
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| And in the evening, never tired, quickly we embrace
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| Because you understand, it's good to embrace
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| With my girlfriend
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| In the countryside
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| During the slack months, we hunt and fish
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| And in the evening, when we fished, then we fish
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| This is how a newborn was born, born
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| With my girlfriend
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| In the countryside |