Oh... je voudrais tant que tu te souviennes Des jours heureux ou nous etions amis En ces temps-la, la vie etait plus belle Et le soleil, plus brulant qu'aujourd'hui Les feuilles mortes se ramassent a pelle Tu vois, je n'ai pas oublie Les feuilles mortes se ramassent a la pelle Les souvenirs et les regrets aussi Et le vent du nord les emporte Dans la nuit froide de l'oubli Tu vois, je n'ai pas oublie La chanson que tu me chantais... C'est une chanson qui nous ressemble Toi tu m'aimais, et je t'aimais Nous vivions tous les deux ensemble Toi qui m'aimais, moi qui t'aimait Mais la vie separe ceux qui s'aiment Tout doucement, sans faire de bruit Et la mer efface sur le sable Les pas des amants desunis The falling leaves drift by the window The autumn leaves of red and gold I see your lips, the summer kisses The sun-burned hands I used to hold Since you went away the days grow long And soon I'll hear old winter's song But I miss you most of all, my darling When autumn leaves start to fall Since you went away the days grow long And soon I'll hear old winter's song But I miss you most of all, my darling When autumn leaves start to fall Since you went away the days grow long And soon I'll hear old winter's song But I miss you most of all, my darling When autumn leaves start to fall When autumn leaves start to fall

Skinheads, all you skinheads C'mon let's move and groove: You all hipocrite, you all hippopotamus, you all hipocrite, you... You all hipocrite, you all hippopotamus, you all hipocrite, yeah... You nah fe gwan so You nah fe galang so What goes up, star, mus' come down What goes up, sir, mus' come down You too commutive (?) Wicked and bad-minded, conniving

Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir So that every mouth can be fed Poor, poor me, Israelites, aah Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir So that every mouth can be fed Poor me, the Israelite My wife and my kids, they packed up and leave me Darling, she said, "I was yours to be seen" Poor me, the Israelite Shirt them a-tear up, trousers are gone I don't want to end up like Bonnie and- Poor me, the Israelite (Bonnie and Clyde) After a storm there must be a calm They catch me in the farm You sound your alarm Poor, poor me, Israelites I said I get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir So that every mouth can be fed Poor me, Israelite, aah My wife and my kids, they are packed up and leave me Darling, she said, I was yours to be seen Poor me, Israelites, aah Show them my tear up trousers are gone I don't want to end up like Bonnie and- A-poor a-poor me, Israelites (like Bonnie and Clyde) After a storm, there must be a calm They catch me in the farm You sound your alarm Poor me, Israelite Poor, poor me, Israelites Poor me, Israelite Poor me, Israelite Poor me, Israelite Poor me, Israelite Poor me, Israelite Poor me, Israelite