Mais c´est la porcherie du bonheur, ici...?
" Come gather ´round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You´ll be drenched to the bone.
If your time to you
Is worth savin´
Then you better start swimmin´
Or you´ll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin´.
Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won´t come again
And don´t speak too soon
For the wheel´s still in spin
And there´s no tellin´ who
That it´s namin´.
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin´..."
A bienôt les copins... 