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When the drums stopped rolling
The thunder cannon
The adjutant to yell
I got back on the road
I took the beautiful, big, wide road
When the sun, drunk with freedom, rose in the sky
Not knowing where to go, I followed his path with a small, light step.
There was a kid
Who looked after his sheep, laridondon
Not smart but precocious
A very pretty tendon
The blue sky, the green grass
Some banalities, ridiculed
The girl offered herself under
We let ourselves slide
When the parents cried thief
Because I had taken their flowering little girl from them
I got back on the road
I took the beautiful, big, wide road
When the police stopped looking
And me to hide
When everything had calmed down
Well, I got back on the road
But I took it away
In Paris, on the Butte
Where we settled, ridiculed
She did the somersault
With the whole neighborhood
When I was angry
She held out her arms to me, laridonda
Oh, there was nothing to do
She didn't understand
When tears flowed from my eyes
That my life was devastated
And my ravaged heart
I got back on the road
I took the beautiful, big, wide road
When the barracks opened its awnings
And that I found my adjutant love
Without a doubt
I'm engaged
And I got back on the road
In the hunters on foot
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