.Quand je vois les motos sauvages qui traversent nos villages
Venues de Californie, de Flandre ou bien de Paris
Quand je vois filer les bolides, les cuirs fauves et les cuivres
Qui traversent le pays dans le métal et le bruit
Moi je pense à la cavalerie, moi je pense à la cava.
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