from under your monument, the words rang out:
"je voulais parler la belle langue de mon siècle."
and you did.
you're a movement whose time has come,
whose time has passed.
we navigate this city knowing you'll never die.
from under your monument, the words rang out:
"je voulais parler la belle langue de mon siècle."
and you did.
you're a movement whose time has come,
whose time has passed.
we navigate this city knowing you'll never die.