Судьбе не раз шепнём...

[octavia]

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It’s time, my fine young gentlemen in cloaks of royal blue,
To relish fights and binges and night-time rendezvous.
Don’t stay your blade to tempt your fate. My friends, let’s take our hats off
And thank our lucky stars: “Merci beaucoup”

A dangerous ride calls for a cavalier.
And in the wind a recent wound is aching.
Hey, what on earth are we all doing here?
Has rest become a costly undertaking?

It’s time, my fine young gentlemen in cloaks of royal blue,
To relish fights and binges and night-time rendezvous.
Don’t stay your blade to tempt your fate. My friends, let’s take our hats off
And thank our lucky stars: “Merci beaucoup”

Your purse is always empty – c'est la vie!
The lavish Paris loves the ones who venture.
A man cannot be called a cavalier
If robbed of that old spirit of adventure.

It’s time, my fine young gentlemen in cloaks of royal blue,
To relish fights and binges and night-time rendezvous.
Don’t stay your blade to tempt your fate. My friends, let’s take our hats off
And thank our lucky stars: “Merci beaucoup”

Don’t stay your blade to tempt your fate. My friends, let’s take our hats off
And thank our lucky stars: “Merci beaucoup”

We’ll thank our lucky stars: “Merci beaucoup”

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