Sagot :
Réponse :
Bjr,
Explications :
Hi man tracked down by the judiciary,
Evanescent face of the politicard redneck;
Hi imbalance fraudster, mourns the imposture,
Agree dishonor, prepare for your departure.
You, loose from all, your lonely path,
Dreaming of hanging on in ultimate faith,
Face turning pale and wanting to shut up
Those who see in you only a great distress.
Yes, in these sad days, nothing can be worse,
Your bewildered looks, distracted scandals,
It’s the farewell of hopes, your empire collapses,
And pursed lips, you pay the cost.
So, towards the exit where everyone invites you,
Insistent obstinate, an incredible cheek,
You persist full of hope and envy,
While your credit is gone.
The dreams of power were in your nature,
Business, alas, puts them in the grave;
Everything is stinking and the atmosphere is hard
To the eyes of a dying man whose torch is extinguished.
What good is it now to take out the artillery,
Outdated parade with little potential,
When the source today turns out to be dry,
And nothing is left ... even from the sky.
Lost in the future, what is left?
Feedback, when hope is lost?
Maybe a few that wait sweetens,
Followers and flatterers, believe in the unexpected.
Verde without appeal belongs to the people alone,
Said racist gentleman ... but he is not a God;
And all around him relief was depopulated:
What a sad sight, a taste of farewell.
j'espere t'avoir aidé
