I vomited in my cornflakes ... (Text, Film and Music by Pierrick Servais)
We piled into a furnished it will pay, a job, and then a car with the opening and the central air conditioning as an option, you save for Christmas and some sun at the beach. It becomes big, ugly, soured, the idiots stop playing on our lawn. And we remember that before we had plans, we remember ... We were young, full of ideas, all for nothing. Because now it looks like everyone's subscription TV program. So before I die we will see his little son ... he wants to become an astronaut. . . Become
it is your only chance.
Google Translation (French to English)
I vomited in my cornflakes ...
(Text, Film and Music by Pierrick Servais)
In a world of black and white, only the stars are in color.
If all the kids want to Become astronaut, it's to steer this Earth where they will live their entire lives. Then they grow up, forget NASA due to a five and a half in math, listen to black metal and vomit beer in packs of 30. They hate themselves without really knowing why. The school teaches them how to fail, the humiliation, fag and suicide. Those who will suceed their "bac" will ruin themselves in Malibu Cokes.
Then the sun shines a little more their way, they see a little better in the future because there is none. They psychoanalyse themselves to discover that all of that can not only be their fault. Then they start to do politics, another world is possible, to change it would be so cool. They buy T-shirts with a red star and find the word "Revolution" very beautiful, it looks like revolver, but more especially like evolution. They stop eating McDonalds, refuse to be French and do not watch anymore the weather forecast on TV. Anyway, tomorrow ... it will rain.
The doubt is mingled with their failed attempts, necessarily. Why remake the world as it will blow up? And then they realize that drinking a cold beer with a beautiful brunette is not so bad. The look of a girl is better than a losing battle. Love not war, this kind of crap. Fuck off the society for a last time and then reselling your CHE's poster. This girl becomes your wife, the fresh beer your belly.
You pile into a furnished apartment you will have to pay, get a job, and then a car with the opening and central air conditioning option, you save for Christmas and for Some sun at the beach. You Become big, ugly, soured, the little buggers stop playing on your lawn. And you remember That Before You Had plans, you remember ... You were young, full of ideas, all for nothing. Because now you wait like everyone at your TV subscription programs. So to die Before you go to see your grandson ... He Wants to Become an astronaut. . . Become
it, it's your only chance.
Google Traduction (French> English)
I threw up in my cereal ...
(Text, Film and Music Pierrick Servais)
In a world where black and white, only stars are colored.
If children want everything to be astronauts to lead this country where they will live their entire lives. Then they grow, forget the NASA due to a five and a half in math, listen to black metal and vomiting beer in packs of 30. They hate each other without really knowing why. The school teaches how not to, humiliation, sissy and suicide. (Those who ruin their tank in Malibu Coca-Cola.)
Then the sun shines a little more the way, do a little better in the future because there are none. Psychanalyse themselves are discovering that all this can only be their fault. Then we started
policy, another world is possible, the change would so cool. They buy T-shirts with red stars and find the word "revolution" very nice, looks like gun, but more to evolution. Stop eating McDonald's, refuse to be French and not look over the weather forecast on television. Anyway, tomorrow ... is going to rain.
Doubt mixed with his failed attempts, necessarily. Why remake the world as it is going to explode? And then realize that drinking a cold beer with a beautiful brunette is not so bad. The look of a girl is better than a losing battle. Love not war, this kind of crap. Fuck you last time the company sells the CHE poster. This girl is our wife, our belly becomes beer.
We went to an apartment to pay, a job, and then a car with the opening and the option of central air conditioning, saving for Christmas and a little sunshine on the beach. Becomes big, ugly, bitter, idiots stop playing in our garden. And remember that before we had plans, remember ... We were young, full of ideas, all for nothing. Because now it seems that all subscription television. So before we die we will see his young son ... who wants to be an astronaut. . . Become
it is your only chance.
Google Traduction (français> portugais)
I vomited on my cornflakes ...
(movies, music and text of Pierrick Servais)
In a world in black and white, only the stars are in full color.
If all the children want to become astronauts guide this Earth, where they will live their entire lives. Then they grow up, forget NASA due to a five and a half years in mathematics, listening to black metal and vomiting beer in packs of 30. They hate to be without really knowing why. The school teaches them to fail, the humiliation fag, and suicide. Those who ruin your tank is in Malibu Cokes.
Then the sun shines a little more their way, they see a little better in the future because there are none. They psychanalysent to uncover all this may not be your fault. Then we started to do politics, another world is possible, the change would be so cool. They buy T-shirts with red stars and find the word "revolution" very pretty, seems revolver, but especially evolution. They stop eating McDonalds, refuse to be French and not see the time. Anyway, tomorrow ... will rain.
Doubt is mixed with his failed attempts, necessarily. Why remake the world as it will explode? And then they realize that drinking a cold beer with a beautiful brunette is not so bad. The look of a girl is better than a losing battle. Love, not war, this kind of crap. Fuck you one last time that the company resells then CHE poster. This girl is our wife, our fresh beer belly becomes. We piled into a decor that will pay, a job, and then a car with the option of opening and central air conditioning, you save for Christmas and a little sun on the beach. He becomes big, ugly, soured, the idiots stop playing on our lawn. And remember that before we had plans, we remember ... We were young and full of ideas, all for nothing. Because now it seems that all the cable TV program. So before I die, let's see what his young son ... He wants to become an astronaut. Makes it, it's your only chance.
Traduction Google (français> allemand)
Ich in meinem erbrach Cornflakes ...
(Text, Film und Musik von Pierrick Servais)
In einer Welt
von Schwarz und Weiß, Die Sterne sind nur in der Farbe.
Wenn es wollen alle Kinder dieser Erde Astronauten auf, wo sie ihr Leben ganzer lenken leben werden.
Dann wachsen sie, wegen eines vergessen NASA fünfeinhalb in Mathematik, Music of Black Metal and vomit beer in packs of 30. They hate themselves, without really knowing why. The school teaches them how to fail, the humiliation, FAG and suicide. Those who ruin their tanks in Malibu Cokes. Then the sun shines a little more their way, they look a little better in the future because there is none. You psychanalysent up by the discovery that all that is not only their fault. Then we start
are in politics, another world is possible, the amendment would be so cool.
you buy T-shirts with red stars and find the word "revolution" very beautiful, it looks like revolvers, but especially evolution. They stop to eat, McDonalds refused to be French and not look the weather. Anyway, tomorrow ... it will rain. Doubt is mixed with its failed attempts to file. Why remake the world as they blow up? And then they realize that drinking is not a cold beer with a beautiful brunette that bad. The view of a girl is better than a lost battle. Love not War, this kind of crap. Fuck you one last time, the company then sells the poster CHE. This girl is our wife, our fresh beer belly.
We piled in a furnished pay for it, a job, and then a car with the opening and central air conditioning option that you save for Christmas and a bit of sun on the beach. It is big, ugly, bitter, stop playing the fool on our lawn. And we remember before we had plans, we remember ... We were young, full of ideas, all in vain. For now it looks like all pay-TV program. So before I die, we see his young son ... He wants to be an astronaut. Get it, it's your only chance.
Traduction Google (français> arabe)
تقيأ أنا في بلدي ... رقائق الذرة
(النص Film and music by Pierrick Servais)
in the world of black and white, and the stars only in color.
If children want to become all the astronauts to guide this land Where they will live their entire lives.
then they grow up, and forget to NASA as a result of five and a half in mathematics, and listening to black metal and vomiting beer in packs of 30. They hate themselves without knowing why Really. The school teaches them how to fail, and humiliation, and toil and suicide. Those who ruin their tank in Malibu coca. then the sun shines a little more their way, and they see a little better In the future, because there is none. They psychanalysent themselves by discovering that all this can only be their fault. then start in politics, another world possible, such a change is Very cool.
buy T-shirts with red stars and the search for the word "revolution" is very beautiful, and it seems that the gun, but the development of a private. Stopped eating McDonald's, refuses to be French and not to watch the weather.
anyway, and tomorrow ... Will rain. doubt and mixes with the failed attempts, necessarily. Why remake the world as it will blow up? then they realize That drinking cold beer with a beautiful brunette is not so bad. Look wife is better than a losing battle. Love not war, this kind of crap. Damn you one last time and that The company sold and Switzerland co. This girl is a girl we have, we have become a fresh beer belly.
We piled in the furnished it would pay, job, and then a car with the opening and conditioning Central air option, you can save for the Holiday Birth and some sun on the beach. Becomes large, ugly, soured, and the idiots to stop playing on the grass we have. We must remember That before we had plans and we have to remember ... We were young, full of ideas, and all for nothing. For now it seems everyone's television program subscription. Even before I die we will see his son الصغير ... انه يريد ان يصبح رائد فضاء. أصبح, انها فرصتك فقط.
Google Traduction (français> hindi)
I vomited in my cornflakes ...
(text, and by Pierrick Servais Film Music)
black and white, only in color are the stars in the world.
the kids to all the earth Where they will live my life want to be astronaut to run. Then they get older, NASA five and Mathematics A half due to forget to listen to black metal and 30 packs of beer vomit. Without knowing really why they hate themselves Is. School teaches them to fail, insults smoking, and to commit suicide. Those who ruin their tanks In Malibu cokes.
Then the sun shines a little more their way, they can look a little better in the future because there No. They find themselves all of that by itself can not be their fault psychanalysent. Then we begin to politics, another world Possible, changes will be so good. They buy T-shirts with red stars and the word "revolution" to find so beautiful If it looks like revolvers, but especially the development. They stop eating McDonalds, French not to watch the weather Is. Anyway, tomorrow ... It will rain.
doubt mingled with his failed attempts required. Why remake the world as It will blow?
and then they drink a cold beer with a beautiful brunette is not so bad. Look for a girl Is better than a losing battle. War, not this kind of nonsense. Che poster one last time Fuck you company then resells. The girl Our wife, our fresh beer belly is. we pay it a well-equipped, open, and central air conditioning Option with a car is one thing, and then piled in, you save Christmas on the beach for some sun. The large, Bitterness is ugly, stupid stop playing on our lawn. And we remember that before we plan, we remember ... We were young, full of ideas, all for nothing. Because now it looks like everyone subscription television programs. So before I die to see our little son ... He wants to be an astronaut. Be it, it's your ही मौका है.
Google Traduction (français> hébreu)
threw up on my cornflakes ...
(text, movies and music by Servais Pierrick)
world of black and white, only the stars are colored
.
If kids want it all to become astronauts toward the earth where they live all their lives.
then they grow up, forget NASA for five and a half math, listen to black metal vomit 30 packs of beer. They hate themselves without knowing why. The school teaches them how to fail, the, humiliation cigarette and suicide. Who destroyed their tank Malibu-Cola. Then the sun shines through a little more , They see a little better in the future, because there is none. They psychanalysent themselves discover that it can not be just their fault. Then we start to do politics, another world is possible, the change will be so Cool. They buy T-shirts with red stars to find the word "revolution" Very nice, it looks like a gun, but especially evolution. They stop eating McDonald's, refuse to be French Not seeing the weather. Anyway, tomorrow ... It will rain. Doubt is mingled with their failed attempts, necessarily. What to order the world as it explodes? and then they realize that drinking Cold beer with a beautiful brunette is not so bad. The appearance of a better girl in losing. Love not war, this type of spam. Fuck you the last time the company then resells the CHE poster. Girl This is our wife, our fresh beer belly becomes. We Andeahssanv furnished it will pay, work, and then a car with the opening of a central air conditioning option, save for Christmas Some sun on the beach. This becomes a big, ugly, sour, idiots stop playing on our lawn. We remember that before we had plans, we remember ... We were young, full of ideas, Anything. Because now it looks like a TV show everyone's subscription. So before I die we can see his little son ... He wants to be an astronaut. Make it, that's your only chance.
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