Rolo Le Baroudeur - Julien Clerc
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Lyrics " Rolo Le Baroudeur "
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Rolo Le Baroudeur
Julien Clerc
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Rolo le Baroudeur
A comme une guerre de retard
Il arracherait des pleurs
Même à un vieux cigare
En lui parlant de Cuba
Et des plages lointaines
Des grands champs de tabacs
De la Plaine Cubaine
Rolo le Baroudeur
N’a pas les mots de son âge
Il a les mots du coeur
Des idiots de village
Rolo le Baroudeur
A comme un rêve de retard
Il vous ferait rêver
Les pavés des boulevards
En leur parlant de Blois
De Chartres, de Notre Dame
Et des granits dressés
Au flancs de la Bretagne
Rolo le Baroudeur
N’a pas les mots de son âge
Il a les mots du coeur
Des idiots de village
Rolo le Baroudeur
A comme le teint blafard
En pensant aux chaleurs
Du désert des Tartares
Il a le temps en feu
Au milieu de l’hiver
Et dans ses deux mains nouées
On entendrait la mer
Rolo le Baroudeur
N’a pas les mots de son âge
Il a les mots du coeur
Des idiots de village
Rolo le Baroudeur
Connaît tous les pays
Il les connaît par coeur
Il les connaît à vie
Rolo le Baroudeur
A comme une autre vie
Enfouie au fond du coeur
Quand il parle, il l’oublie
Rolo le Baroudeur
N’a pas les mots de son âge
Il a les mots du coeur
Des idiots de village
Rolo le Baroudeur
A les rêves percés
Et une plaie au coeur
Qu’il voudrait oublier
La, la, la…
Qu’il voudrait oublier
La, la, la…
La, la, la…
La, la, la…
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Rolo the Adventurer
Like a war of delay
He would tear up tears
Even to an old cigar
Telling her about Cuba
And distant beaches
Large tobacco fields
From the Cuban Plain
Rolo the Adventurer
Has no words for his age
He has words from the heart
Village idiots
Rolo the Adventurer
Like a late dream
He would make you dream
The cobblestones of the boulevards
Telling them about Blois
From Chartres, from Notre Dame
And standing granites
On the sides of Brittany
Rolo the Adventurer
Has no words for his age
He has words from the heart
Village idiots
Rolo the Adventurer
A like the pale complexion
Thinking of the heat
From the Tartar desert
He's got time on fire
In the middle of winter
And in her two knotted hands
We would hear the sea
Rolo the Adventurer
Has no words for his age
He has words from the heart
Village idiots
Rolo the Adventurer
Know all the countries
He knows them by heart
He knows them for life
Rolo the Adventurer
Like another life
Buried deep in the heart
When he speaks, he forgets her
Rolo the Adventurer
Has no words for his age
He has words from the heart
Village idiots
Rolo the Adventurer
Has dreams pierced
And a wound in the heart
That he would like to forget
The, the, the…
That he would like to forget
The, the, the…
The, the, the…
The, the, the…
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