Saint-Ouen's Blues

A tree without branches 
A bird on Monday appears
In the grass mown free

Leaky are my sneakers
Got so few tricks up sleeves 
Fried onion sauce with brie

A platter with records
An accordion which fails
Of cats of rats of mice wee

A bike cut into sections
A hard shot that provokes 
The travels of banshees 

Vague vive la Franch-es
by Auvergnats from Avranches
to Kabylies in Sidis 

The shit which sashays
A passing seduction leans
A hundred sous milady 

Hair falls in avalanches 
Eyes no they're periwinkles
Nice girls of Paris

My sadness which confides 
The blue even white flowers
And my heart which is busy

And my heart which is busy
At Saint-Ouen near Paris