Forget that we're brothers
Forget this morning that you're a Parisian
That there's water in your wine
We've got waves in the soul
You're afraid of happiness
It's worse than a religion
We want some Claudie musette
Of this pretty corner of France
We're leaving you the stage as a legacy
We've got memories in our heads
It just wants 'I love you'
I've got Corrèze in the catheter
It just wants to say I love you
I've got Corrèze in the catheter