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Originally Posted by fargon
I don't read or speak French, and no translation.
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Fast translation:
The men had lost the taste
To live, and didn't care about anything
Their mothers, their brothers, their chicks...
For them it was just a movie
The sky was going wild again,
Concrete was eating away at the landscape... back then...
Wolves, whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!
The wolves were far from Paris
In Croatia, Germania
The wolves were far from Paris
I liked your laugh, lovely Elvire.
The wolves were far from Paris.
But that's 50 leagues
In a night with tail leu
As soon as I smell a feast...
Of deaths on a battlefield
As soon as fear haunts the streets
The wolves come at night... so...
Wolves, whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!
The wolves looked towards Paris
From Croatia, Germania
The wolves looked towards Paris
Stop laughing, lovely Elvire.
The wolves are looking towards Paris.
And that's where he made a hard winter
One hundred congestions in fact various
Shutters closed, teeth chattering...
Even in the beautiful boroughs
And no one dared in the evening
Confronting the snow on the boulevards... then...
Wolves. Whoo-hoo! Whoo-hoo!
Wolves have entered Paris
One by Issy, the other by Ivry.
Two wolves entered Paris
Stop laughing, lovely Elvire.
Two wolves have entered Paris.
The first one had only one eye left.
He was an old male from Krivoï...
He installed his ten females
In the meagre square of Grenelle
And feeds her two hundred cubs
With the kids from Passy... so...
A hundred wolves, woof! Woof! Woof!
One hundred wolves have entered Paris
Either by Issy or by Ivry...
One hundred wolves have entered Paris
Stop laughing, lovely Elvire.
A hundred wolves have entered Paris.
The second had only three legs
It was a gray Carpathian wolf...
That we called Carêm'-Prenant...
He made his children fat
And offered them six ministries
And all the dogcatchers-- so...
The wolves. Whoo-hoo! Whoo-hoo!
The wolves have invaded Paris.
Either by Issy or by Ivry...
Wolves have invaded Paris
Stop laughing, lovely Elvire.
Wolves have invaded Paris.
Attracted by the smell of blood
There came thousands and hundreds of them
Carousing, jubilation and bombing
In the bloody country of France
Until the men have found
Love and brotherhood... so...
The wolves. Whoo-hoo! Whoo-hoo!
The wolves are out of Paris.
Either by Issy or by Ivry...
The wolves are out of Paris
I like your laugh, lovely Elvire.
The wolves are out of Paris
I like your laugh, lovely Elvire.
The wolves are out of Paris...
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Now replace the wolves by the virus, and it looks very appropriate to the current situation...