How could I manage
Forget that we're brothers
Forget this morning that you're a Parisian
That there's water in your wine
We hit wrong notes
We've got waves in the soul
You're afraid of happiness
That's all you found
You think I'm a bit dumb
You don't like my song
It's worse than a religion
For better and for worse
We want some Claudie musette
We want one last chabrol
Our grandmothers' eyes
Our grandfathers' voices
It's worse than a will
We're little children
Of this pretty corner of France
We're leaving you the stage as a legacy
We've got memories in our heads
Tonight, let's party!
It just wants 'I love you'
Be sure, I'm proud of it
I've got Corrèze in the catheter
Our eyes are shining
It just wants to say I love you
Be sure, I'm proud of it
I've got Corrèze in the catheter
Our eyes are shining