Mon P'tit Loup

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Don't worry, my little wolf,
That's life, don't cry.
You'll forget, my little wolf,
Don't cry.

I'll take you to dry your tears
In the wind from all four corners,
Breathe in the violets in Parma
And the spices in Colombo.
We'll see the Amazon River
And the Valley of Orchids
And the kids who wash
Their bellies with cut flowers.

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Let's go see the land of Abraham.
It's even more beautiful than they say.
There are Van Goghs in Amsterdam
That look like they're on fire.
We'll taste the raw herring
And drink wine from Moselle.
I'll tell you about the success I had
One day playing Sganarelle.

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I'll take you to see Liverpool
And its garlands of haddock
And to places where there are octopuses
Singing as loud as the roosters.
All the most beautiful books,
By Colette and Marcel Aymé,
Those by Rablais or Léautaud,
I'm sure you'll love them.

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I'll teach you, in Jamaica,
Night fishing with a lamp
And I'll take you for a picnic
At the top of Kilimanjaro.
And you'll climb on my back
To see the ceiling of the Sistine.
We'll be fascinated at the Prado
By Goya or the Meninas.

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Do you know, in quadrophonic sound,
Mahler's latest hit
And the planters in Virginia
Who don't know there's a winter?
We have so much to see
All the way to Louisiana, in fact,
Where there are guys who every night
Are full of despair in their trumpets.

Don't worry, my little wolf,
That's life, don't cry.
Forget those little jerks
Who did this to you.
Don't worry, my little wolf,
That's life, don't cry.
I beg you, my little wolf,
Don't cry.