Le clochard,

The vagabond

 


Drinking vodka whisky and wine

all I have is a few dollars and a dime

I walk along the road

wearing my black coat

bought when I had a job

back when life was less odd.

I'm talking on my own

'cause I'm walking all alone.

I don't have a goal

except finding some coal

to start a fire

and make my heart jump higher.

Under the bridge is where I sleep

wrapped in the cold and the dark deep.

There I am in the night,

an old man holding his bottle tight.

My only friend

in this lonesome land.

Some say I'm a vagabond,

but what I am is far beyond.


-Cédric Cobain-




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