The men who pass Mom
Always send me postcards
Bahamian Mom
The men who spend all the time
Are musicians, artists, painters, actors too
Often
The men who pass Mom
Always give me a nice room
With Mum terrace
The men who pass, I feel
That they have the heart at low tide, desires for the ocean
The men who pass though
How would I like to steal one
For a month, for a year
The men who pass Mom
Never give me nothing but money
The men who pass Mom
Their nights of love are stars
Who leave traces Mom
The men who pass violent
Are always the ones who kept
A losing child's heart
The men who pass though
How would I like to steal one
For a month for a year
The men who pass Mom
Never give me nothing but money
The men who pass Mom
Have smiles that are a little
Like mama grimaces
Disturbing Passing Men
Always leave me with my dreams
And my anxieties before
The men who pass, however
How would I like to steal one for a month for a year
The men who pass Mom
Never give me nothing but money
The men who pass Mom

Τραγουδοποιοί: Didier Barbelivien / Francois Bernheim
Στίχοι τραγουδιού Les Hommes Qui Passent © Back To Paris Music Sa, Zone Music (france)
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