Photo of the artist Gazebo

The Fourteenth Of July


For this day the king entered one
Word in his diary: Rien!
Hey mother
The sun is high up
With his load today
Like thunder

The cry of all the nation
Will explode
Like a trip with no return
The king
The crown
Will burn!

The fourteenth of july
We'll gather in the light
We'll dance our dreams away
The fourteenth of july
A smile is in our eyes
The future's here to stay

Today the light
Like a blindfold ricochet
Will bright our lies,our fights
For this day the king entered one word in his diary: Rien!
Which meant that he had not gone hunting and killed a stag.
That nothing was worth noting

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