They tell that he is evil , he will eat her and wants to kill them
Translation : Ils disent qu’il est méchant, qu’il va la manger and veut les tuer
Translation of text :
Tu ne peux pas marier le prince charmant. Il est méchant!
Tu ne peux pas marier le prince charmant. Il va te manger!
Tu ne peux pas marier le prince charmant. Il veut nous tuer!
Bye and don’t forget I’m proud of you
The dress costs 72 euros. “soixante-douze” is translated to sixty-twelve and if you add it, then it’s 72
The poplars in the fields of France
Are golden ladies come to dance;
But yet to see them there is none
But I and the September sun
The girl who in their shadow sits
Can only see the sock she knits;
Her dog is watching all the day
That not a cow shall go astray
The leisurely contented cows
Can only see the earth they browse;
Their piebald bodies through the grass
With busy, munching noses pass.
Alone the sun and I behold
Processions crowned with shining gold
The poplars in the fields of France
Like glorious ladies come to dance.
Poem about the fields in France!
