Текст (слова) песни: Marc Almond - Rues des Blancs-Manteaux
In the Rue des Blancs-Manteaux They raised a wooden stage Threw some bran in a basket And there was the scaffold In the Rue des Blancs-Manteaux
In the Rue des Blancs-Manteaux The executioner rose at dawn He had a job to do He must chop the generals, bishops and admirals too In the Rue des Blancs-Manteaux
Into the Rue des Blancs-Manteaux Came the well-bred women With their precious jewels But the heads they turned them Rolling from on high Heads stuck in their hats
In the gutter of the Blancs-Manteaux
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