The Fourteenth Of July - Gazebo

Hey mother

The sun is high up

With his load today

Like thunder

The cry of all the nation

Will explode

Today

Again

Like a trip with no return

The King

The Crown

Will burn!

The Fourteenth of July

We’ll gather in the light

We’ll dance our dreams away

The Fourteenth of July

A smile is in our eyes

The future’s here to stay

Today the light

Like a blindfold ricochet

Will bright our lies, our fights

For this day the King entered one word in his diary: Rien!

Which meant that he had not gone hunting and killed a stag

That nothing was worth noting

Nothing

Nothing!