Le vagabond traîne sa bouteille
Il traîne son chien et son mégot
Il traîne une vie qui est la sienne


Poussière, poussière


Chauffe le vin de sa bouteille
Chauffe le feu de son mégot
Chauffe la vie de son vieux chien


Poussière, poussière


Quand vient la nuit puis le sommeil
La peur se glisse sous la peau
Gratte la plaie où dort sa peine

Poussière, poussière


Specks of dust

The vagabond drags his bottle
He drags his dog and his stub
He drags a life which is his own

Dust, dust
Heat the wine of his bottle
Heat the fire of his stub
Heat the life of his old dog

Dust, dust
Sleep escapes as the night comes
Fear slips under the skin
Scratches the wounds
where sleeps the pain
Dust, dust

Onomatopoeia

E-I-E-I-O E-I-E-I-O
Old MacDonald had a farm E-I-E-I-O
And on that farm he had a cow E-I-E-I-O
With a moo moo here
A moo moo there
Here a moo

There a moo
Everywhere a moo moo

Old MacDonald had a farm E-I-E-I-O


E-I-E-I-O E-I-E-I-O
Old MacDonald had a farm E-I-E-I-O
And on that farm he had a pig E-I-E-I-O
With a oink oink here
A oink oink there
Here a oink

There a oink

Everywhere a oink oink

Old MacDonald had a farm E-I-E-I-O


E-I-E-I-O E-I-E-I-O
Old MacDonald had a farm E-I-E-I-O
And on that farm he had a duck E-I-E-I-O
With a quack quack here
A quack quack there
Here a quack

There a quack

Everywhere a quack quack
Old MacDonald had a farm E-I-E-I-O



E-I-E-I-O E-I-E-I-O
Old MacDonald had a farm E-I-E-I-O
And on that farm he had a horse E-I-E-I-O
With a neigh neigh here
A neigh neigh there
Here a neigh

There a neigh

Everywhere a neigh neigh
Old MacDonald had a farm E-I-E-I-O


E-I-E-I-O E-I-E-I-O
Old MacDonald had a farm E-I-E-I-O
And on that farm he had a lamb E-I-E-I-O
With a baa baa here
A baa baa there
Here a baa

There a baa


Everywhere a baa baa
Old MacDonald had a farm E-I-E-I-O

Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
All the king's horses and all the King's men
Couldn't put Humpty together again.

Hey diddle diddle

The cat and the fiddle
The cow jumped over the moon
The little dog laughed to see such fun
And the dish ran away with the spoon
(hey diddle hey diddle hey diddle hey)

Ba ba Black Sheep
Have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir three bags full
One for the Master and one for the Dame

And one for the little boy who lives down the lane.

(Incy Wincy, Incy Wincy Incy Wincy Spider)
Incy Wincy Spider went up the water spout
Down came the rain and washed the spider out
Out came the sun and dried up all the rain
So Incy Wincy spider went up the spout again.