Il Pleut Des Cordes - Eiffel

Il pleut des cordes, c’est?

se pendre

C’est?

se tordre et?

tout rendre

Aux ing?

nues qui l’air hagard

Pr?

tent leurs culs aux balan?

oires

Que font tanguer un court instant

Au gr?

des vents et des courants

Les vieux cromornes et leurs malaises

Regagnent leur place au P?

re Lachaise

J’entends des voix, des voies publiques

Dans les al?

as de la jacte

A l’Est,?

l’Ouest, du Nord au Sud

Des voix de gosses qui se d?

nudent

Fa?

on Empire State Building

Et?

a taquine pour qu’elles se taillent

Et qu’elles tapinent ailleurs qu’ici

Rue Saint Denis o?, armes?

gauche

Bonne conscience, tr?

s adroites

Leurs?

minences, trouveraient souhaitable

Que l’on y taille moins de pipes

Et qu’on y taille plus de fripes

Fa?

on Baggy

Si?

ge?

jectable pour le bois de Vincennes

Y’a des petites fleurs que l’on rackette

Et que l’on jette fa?

on serviette

Mais je n’sais plus c’que j’dis

D’ailleurs je n’ai rien dit

Je suis un arbre,

Je suis un arbre

Il pleut des cordes, c’est?

se pendre

C’est?

se tordre et?

tout rendre

Aux ing?

nues qui l’air hagard

Pr?

tent leurs culs aux balan?

oires

Oui, j’irai avec toi mon ador?

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Voir «Kirikou et la sorci?

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«Le Roi et l’Oiseau», o?

Pr?

vert

Joliment s?

v?

re, parle de ces recoins

O?

l’on peut encore dire

«Je t’aime, un peu, pas du tout,

A la fo…»

Et?

la serpe que tient dans sa main

Le druide pour me tailler le houx

N’oublie pas:

Je suis un arbre,

Je suis un arbre

Il pleut des cordes, Il pleut des cordes

Il pleut des cordes,

Aux ing?

nues qui l’air hagard…

Pr?

tent leurs culs aux balan?

oires…

Kirikou et la sorci?

re.

It's raining cats and dogs, is it?

hang himself

It is?

twist and?

return everything

To engineers?

naked who look haggard

Pr?

tempt their asses at the balan?

ears

What makes a short moment sway

According to

winds and currents

The Old Cromorns and Their Discomforts

Return to their place at P?

re Lachaise

I hear voices, public roads

In the al?

ace of the jacte

To the East,?

West, North to South

Voices of children who

nudent

Fa?

on Empire State Building

And?

a teases them to carve

And they hang out somewhere other than here

Rue Saint Denis where?, arms?

left

Good conscience, tr?

s skillful

Their?

thinness, would find it desirable

Less blow jobs

And cut more clothes

Fa?

on Baggy

Yes?

age

disposable for Bois de Vincennes

There are little flowers that we extort

And what do we throw fa?

we towel

But I don't know what I'm saying anymore

Besides, I didn't say anything

I am a tree,

I am a tree

It's raining cats and dogs, is it?

hang himself

It is?

twist and?

return everything

To engineers?

naked who look haggard

Pr?

tempt their asses at the balan?

ears

Yes, I will go with you my ador?

and

See “Kirikou and the Sorci?

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"The King and the Bird", where?

Pr?

green

Nicely s?

you?

re, talk about those nooks

Where?

we can still say

"I love you, a little, not at all,

At the fo..."

And?

the sickle held in his hand

The druid to carve my holly

Do not forget:

I am a tree,

I am a tree

It's raining heavily, It's raining heavily

Raining cats and dogs,

To engineers?

naked who look haggard…

Pr?

tempt their asses at the balan?

ears…

Kirikou and the Sorci?

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