Lyrics and translation Chumbawamba - William Francis (Live)
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William Francis (Live)
William Francis (En direct)
William
Francis,
noble
lord
William
Francis,
noble
seigneur
His
fortune
built
on
sweat
and
sword
Sa
fortune
bâtie
sur
la
sueur
et
l'épée
Built
an
empire
tall
as
a
hill
A
construit
un
empire
haut
comme
une
colline
But
he
don't
have
fun
and
he
never
will
Mais
il
ne
s'amuse
pas
et
ne
le
fera
jamais
Sees
the
world
so
far
below
Il
voit
le
monde
si
loin
en
dessous
And
though
he
tries,
he'll
never
know
Et
même
s'il
essaie,
il
ne
le
saura
jamais
Friends
to
greet
the
breaking
of
day
Des
amis
pour
saluer
l'aube
And
love
to
pass
the
night
away
Et
l'amour
pour
passer
la
nuit
William
Francis
high
and
dry
William
Francis,
haut
et
sec
With
his
paradise
denied
Avec
son
paradis
refusé
William
Francis,
lost,
alone
William
Francis,
perdu,
seul
A
thousand
ifs
and
a
heart
of
stone
Mille
si
et
un
cœur
de
pierre
He
measures
his
life
in
(gain)
and
cost
Il
mesure
sa
vie
en
(gain)
et
en
coût
But
he'll
never
add
up
the
world
he
lost
Mais
il
ne
comptera
jamais
le
monde
qu'il
a
perdu
William
Francis
works
us
hard
William
Francis
nous
fait
travailler
dur
But
we'll
dance
all
the
way
to
the
knacker's
yard
Mais
nous
danserons
jusqu'au
cimetière
He
cannot
laugh
and
he
cannot
cry
Il
ne
peut
ni
rire
ni
pleurer
'Cos
William
Francis
is
cold
inside
Car
William
Francis
est
froid
à
l'intérieur
William
Francis
high
and
dry
William
Francis,
haut
et
sec
With
his
paradise
denied
Avec
son
paradis
refusé
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Writer(s): Judith Abbott, Louise Watts, Alice Nutter, Darren Hamer, Nigel Hunter, Allan Whalley, Duncan Bruce, Neil Ferguson
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2008
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