STEPHANE GHILARDI
   (songwriter)

All those winter nights lying on a sofa,

chips, my revolver

and the disappearing remote control.

I send on “on“ here you are, little piece of a woman,

you are as fine as the rain...

how are you ally  ?

Almost thirty and every time in this bar,

you see the blues dancing with the soul.

Stop the refrain,  react, all your men are off.

You drink blues but don't get drunk

Happiness is never complete  !

Still scattered...

is louisiana a woman  ?

Judge at the bar, your script.

New York falls asleep, you extinguish the flame of hell  !

is louisiana a woman  ?

Am I doomed to look at you  ?

I'll be there next week

In front… My TV… My TV… My TV…  

I see the fallen snow in my screen,

What a spell, I must have fallen asleep like a grown-up  !

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If I could finally dream all against you,

I would forget for once...

That you don't exist...

Thank you Ally  !  (That  you don't exist...)

Thank you Ally  ! (All against you…)

Thank you Ally  !  (That  you don't exist...)

Thank you Ally  !

Almost thirty and every time in this bar,  

You see the blues dancing with the soul.  

Stop the refrain,  react, all your men are off.

You drink blues but  without being drunk,

happiness is never complete...

Always scattered.

(Aurélie Ollivier / Stéphane Ghilardi)