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Tonight it's raining in the city
And in front of the tobacco bar
Me, I'm waiting
I wait docile, imbecile
A girl will come or not come
In front of me a guitarist
Sails in the open wind
He waits for the customer while singing
The Anglo-Saxon of Courbevoie
From Courbevoie
(My sweet California)
I am a poor lonesome guy
My sweet Angelina
(Please love me baby, or I die)
So far away, so far away
So far away from Courbevoie
No clients, no girls
And the guitarist and me
On attend
Long, docile, fools
And then white shots at the tobacco bar
We become friends, we chat
We discuss in good French
And we drink, we drink
We sing "The rose"
We return to Courbevoie
In Courbevoie
(My sweet California)
I am a poor lonesome guy
My sweet Angelina
(Please love me baby, or I die)
So far away, so far away
So far away from Courbevoie
(My sweet California)
I am a poor lonesome guy
My sweet Angelina
(Please love me baby, or I die)
So far away, so far away
So far away from Courbevoie
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