Les Rues De L'hiver
Manu Chao
The Streets of Winter
Grandma Lachaise
in the nettles
Grandpa Lachaise didn't come back
he fell down the stairs
and his bottle didn't break
Grandpa Lachaise, Mrs. Satan
blood will flow in the gutter
Grandpa Lachaise, Mrs. Crate
Roger's wife, who had 13 dogs...
One dog died, the other hanged itself
there's no more love in homes
blood will flow in the gutter
winter is here showing its fangs...
no matter if you're called Oscar Tramor
you're all alone like a dead rat...
no matter if you're called the great Dédé
you're not prouder than a dead cat...
The golden sun far from Gare du Nord
The sun sleeps, little neon...
Sleep under the bridges, little Lucien
little rain in your socks
little rain in the depths of your bones
winter is here showing its fangs...
no matter if you're called Oscar Tramor
you're all alone like a dead rat...
no matter if you're called the great Dédé
you're not prouder than a dead cat...
Grandpa Lachaise, Mrs. Satan
blood will flow in the gutter
Grandpa Lachaise, Mrs. Crate
Roger's wife, who had 13 dogs...
One dog died, the other hanged itself
there's no more love in homes
blood will flow in the gutter
winter is here showing its fangs...
no matter if you're called Oscar Tramor
you're all alone like a dead rat...
no matter if you're called the great Dédé
you're not prouder than a dead cat...
The golden sun far from Gare du Nord
The sun sleeps, little neon...
The golden sun far from Gare du Nord
The sun sleeps, little neon...
Sleep under the bridges, little Lucien
little rain in your socks
little rain in the depths of your bones
winter is here showing its fangs...
Sleep under the bridges, little Lucien
little rain in your socks
little rain in the depths of your bones
winter is here showing its fangs...
The golden sun far from Gare du Nord
The sun sleeps, little neon...
The golden sun far from Gare du Nord
The sun sleeps, little neon...
lai lai lai lai...
no matter if you're called Oscar Tramor
you're all alone like a dead rat...
no matter if you're called the great Dédé
you're not prouder than a dead cat...
Come see under my black cape
the big knife that was given to me
by the girl who wanted my misfortune
she stabbed it into my heart X2
