.Et salut on s'en va.
Nos taxis sont en bas.
55 jours, 55 nuits,
Presque deux mois de vraie folie.
On a tous un amour sublime
Caché dans sa mémoire intime.
Chaque homme a sa musique à lui
55 jours 55 nuits.
On a tous une passion perdue,
Un rêve qui n'est pas revenu,
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