Because I'm foolish, because I'm foolish -
Being praised, I bloomed splendidly.
The flower is beautiful, but it's poisonous!
Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics
That you hear in our songs.
A reverend once told me, "When things that are too dangerous to say, sing."
Loin, toujours plus loin,
Partez en chantant!
Le monde appartient
A ceux qui n'ont rien.
Le piano que baise une main frêle
Luit dans le soir rose et gris vaguement,
Tandis qu'un très léger bruit d'aile
Un air bien vieux, bien faible et bien charmant
Rôde discret, épeuré quasiment,
Par le boudoir longtemps parfumé d'Elle.
Qu'est-ce que c'est que ce berceau soudain
Qui lentement dorlote mon pauvre être?
Que voudrais-tu de moi, doux Chant badin?
Qu'as-tu voulu, fin refrain incertain
Qui vas tantôt mourir vers la fenêtre
Ouverte un peu sur le petit jardin?
Play, come on
Play that song
Play it all night long
Just turn it up and turn me on
Play, come one DJ
Play that song
You that is turns me on
Just turn it up and turn me on!
— Hello, Bob. Wanna come over for dinner?
— Are you sick?
— Why do you ask?
— You look sick.
— I am sick.
— You take medicine?
— There is no medicine for what I have.
— Wanna sing?
— Sing?
— Do you know "He's Got the Whole World in His Hands"?
— Yes, I do.
— He's got the whole world in
His hands
He's got the whole wide world
Come on.
He's got the whole world
in His hands
He's got the whole wide world
in His hands
It's on the ground. Repeat.
The plane is on the ground.