Peste Noire - La Blonde live at Steelfest 2017

Translated lyrics : She doesn't chat too much, leaves me be,
She's easy going
Leaves no trace of plonk
With her little pussy
Open-mouthed but silent 24/7
She's what I call a good time! (with Krhäss)
She isn't jealous
Her friends are 12
You can even find 24 of them
If you want a great big orgy! (with Krhäss)
The Blonde! (with Khrass)
She doesn't ask for marriage
The Blonde! (with Khrass)
Tonight she won't have a headache
Heineken, Goudal or Rosko we don't give...
A fuck, mate...
Pat Fab Dunkel, let's meet at the 3B
You don't invite her to the restaurant
No it's her who feeds you
Not with water
But with golden-coloured barley.

The Blonde (Audrey):

'I'm fresh like a child
Sparkling and wet
If you don't get me in a shop but in a mug
I'll make your wallet ache!'

The Blonde!
Brew and food of our ancestors
Your barley grows where it rains without end
The Blonde!
Drink of choice for the Gauls and the Celts
You flow in our blood and bladders!

The Blonde
She makes me aggressive
Like Ayyash in front of a kibbutz
She's responsible if
I've got your teeth under my combat boots.
The more I drink the more I piss my lad,
Like a mutt against the shops
I could take on 10 fuckers
Really she makes me crazy...
And... it's recording now? Ok, and...(not in the initial lyrics, recorded drunk)
And even if she makes me drive on the left
And even if she has fried all my neurons
And even if she sometimes makes me hang out with ugly leftists,
God knows how this blonde
Has re-enchanted my life.

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