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In stormy weather
On guitars
And when they rage
The millibars
When the music takes my mind
The world can spit its storm
I do not care

In case of gusts
My heart is racing
There are no more stops
The pianos turn
When this rhythm takes my head
I'm going to brave the storm
Yes, I don't care

I hear a whole baroque concert
And everything else, I don't care
When music takes me in its arms, ah, ah
I'm going crazy
But I don't care

But when the thunder
False my compass
It tenses the nerves
From my G string
Sometimes I wish it would stop
When it hits me with trumpets
But I don't care

A cargo of notes, a whole stock
My heart is heavy, my soul is in tatters
I no longer recognize the top from the bottom, ah, ah
I don't care
But it drives me crazy

Beware of the scrapyard
It hits, it cracks
It bangs, it bangs
It beats, it hits
It pitches, it hits
It rolls, it shocks
It's moving, it's pawing
King Kong, pif, paf
Ouch, ouch, ah
AIE Aie Aie

I lose consciousness
Mute
I would like silence
Mandolins
My poor heart, my poor head
Goodbye to the horn of trumpets
Who drives me crazy

But when I calm down to drop anchor
When it's over, I miss it
All this music that takes me in its arms
I feel alone without this baroque concert
And everything else, I don't care
When music takes me in its arms, ah, ah
I do not care
I don't care about everything
Ouh-ouh-ouh
I don't care about everything

Beware of the scrapyard
King Kong, pif, paf
Ouch, ouch, ah
It hits, it cracks
It bangs, it bangs
Ouch, ouch, ah (beware of the scrapyard)
It beats, it hits
It pitches, it hits
Ouch, ouch, ah (beware of the scrapyard)

It rolls, it shocks
It's moving, it's pawing
Ouch, ouch, ah (beware of the scrapyard)
King Kong, pif, paf
Ouch, ouch, ah (beware of the scrapyard)
King Kong, pif, paf
Ouch, ouch, ah (beware of the scrapyard)
King Kong, pif, paf
Ouch, ouch, ah (beware of the scrapyard)...