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You were made for Africa
The kiss of the gazelles
For a corner of America
Where the music is beautiful
Yes beautiful
Harlem blues
To the whores of the ghettos
All the love from Verlaine
In a verse by Rimbaud
For hollowing cheeks
In the morning of victories
To loving lips
And the words they make you believe
Bécaud
Do not regret Bécaud
Bécaud
Planted at the piano
Everything you couldn't do
Give it to Gilbert
Like a super bank
A gift
You were made to sleep
In the secret gardens
Girls of delirium
Who come home and are bored
were bored
You were made to cheat
Every night at poker
Like a lost cat
In the night of the dockers
You were made for Hugo
In the court of miracles
And like Quasimodo
Make a spectacle of yourself
Bécaud
Don't laugh Bécaud
Bécaud
In the sky of the spotlights
In the blood of the curtain
There are cries, there are words
Who made like brands
On your skin
You were made for Hitchcock
And the flight of vultures
The sampans of Bangkok
Where rats make love
love
You were made to dance
In the four corners of the ring
Made for worn jeans
Girls from the parking lots
You were made for slow songs
That rub on the leather
Motorcycle chrome
To the fakir's silk
Bécaud
You and me, Bécaud
Bécaud
On the same photo
Your children
Look like me
Like two drops of water
Between the two of us
We still do
A funny bird
Bécaud
I think of you, Bécaud
Bécaud
Planted at the piano
Everything you couldn't do, well
Give it to Gilbert
Bécaud