Old French Song," I do not want to work"

[karl]

Many most remember many years past of this song, and well and good. At present is a new face bringing once again this song into the light once more.



For those as of my self being some what rusty with French, the following will solve that issue:

My room is shaped like a cage
The sun passes its arm through the window
The hunters at my door
Like little soldiers
Who want to take me
I don't want to work
I don't want to have lunch
I just want to forget
And then I smoke
Already I knew the perfume of love
A million roses would not embalm so much
Now a single flower
In my surroundings
Makes me sick
I don't want to work
I don't want to have lunch
I just want to forget
And then I smoke
I'm not proud of it
Life that wants to kill
me It's beautiful to be sympathetic
But I never know him
I don't want to work
I don't want to have lunch
I just want to forget
And then I smoke
I'm not proud of it
Life that wants to kill
me It's beautiful to be sympathetic
But I never know him
I don't want to work
I don't want to have lunch
I just want to forget
And then I smoke

Presenter

Karl