This song is not really a rebel song as the singer Bono said but it denounces violence and it is a plea against the killing in Ireland at that time. (S.Guyot)

What do you feel when you see 
All the homeless on the street?
Who do you pray for at night
Before you go to sleep?
What do you feel when you look in the mirror?
Are you proud?

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye?
And tell me why?

Dear Mr. President,
Were you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
How can you say, no child is left behind?
We're not dumb and we're not blind
They're all sitting in your Selves
When you pave the road to hell

What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?
What kind of father might hate his own daugther if she were gay?
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You've come a long way, from whiskey and cocaine

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye?

Let me tell you about hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you about hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you about hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you about hard work
Hard work, hard work, you don't know nothing about hard work
Hard work, hard work

How do you sleep at night?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Dear Mr. President,
You'll never take a walk with me...

The song written by 2pac called 16 on death row, in 1997, critisizes the capital punishment. But I think the singer wanted to denounce the poor living conditions in American ghettos that oblige young people to fall in delinquency too. 

Bye bye, I was never meant to live Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live Bye bye, I was never meant to be Livin' like a thief, runnin' through the streets 

Bye bye, and I got no place to go... Where they find me? 16 on Death Row Dear mama, these cops don't understand me I turned to a life of crime, cause I came from a broken family 

My uncle used to touch me, I never told you that Scared what you might do, I couldn't hold you back I kept it deep inside, I done let it fuel my anger I'm down for all my homies, no mercy for a stranger 

The brother in my set, is 16 is wet It's hard to adapt, when you're black and you're trapped in a livin Hell I shouldn't a let him catch me 

Instead of livin' sad in jail I could a died free and happy And my cellmate's raped on the norm And passed around the dorm, you can hear his a**hole gettin' torn They made me an animal 

Can't sleep, instead of countin' sheep, n****z countin' cannibals And that's how it is in the pen Turn old and cold, and your soul is your best friend My mama prayed for me 

Tell the Lord to make way for me, prepare any day for me (why?) 'Cause when they come for me they find a struggler To the death I take the breath from your jugular The trick is to never lose hope I found my buddy hangin' dead from a rope, 16 on Death Row 

Bye bye, I was never meant to live Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live Bye bye, I was never meant to be Livin' like a thief, runnin' through the streets 

Bye bye, and I got no place to go... Where you find me? 16 on Death Row Dear mama, they sentenced me to death Today's my final day, I'm countin' every breath 

I'm bitter cause I'm dyin', so much I haven't seen I know you never dreamed, your baby would be dead at 16 I got beef with a sick society that doesn't give a s*** And they too quick to say goodbye to me 

They tell me the preacher's there for me He's a crook with a book, that never cared for me He's only here to be sure I don't drop a dime to God bout the crimes he's commitin' 

On the poor, and how can these people judge me? They ain't my peers and in all these years, they ain't never love me I never got to be a man, must be part of some big plan To keep a n**** in the state pen 

And to my homies out buryin motherf***ers Steer clear of these Aryan 'Cause once they got you locked up They got you trapped, you're better off gettin' shot 

I'm convinced self-defense is the way Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day I wish I woulda known while I was out there Now I'm straight headin for the chair 

Bye bye, I was never meant to live Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where we live Bye bye, I was never meant to be Livin' like a thief, runnin' through the streets 

Bye bye, and I got no place to go... Where you find me? 16 on Death Row 16 on Death Row It's to all my partners in the penitentiaries 16 on Death Row 

Sami-Joe

But it seems that the Spring this year in Beijing
Came just before the Fall
There was no summer at all
In Tiananmen Square
China... China

There's peace in the emerald fields, there's mist upon the lakes
But something is afoot in the People's Hall
The spirit of Chu Ping is alive in young Chai Ling
And the Emperor has his back against the wall
Black sun rising over Tiananmen Square
Over Tiananmen Square

But it seems that the Spring this year in Beijing
Came just before the Fall
There was no summer at all
In Tiananmen Square
China... China

In the month of June, in the darkness of the moon
Went the descendants of a hundred flowers
And time may never tell how many of them fell
Like the petals of a rose in some satanic shower
Everyone was weeping in all of China
And Tiananmen Square

But it seems that the Spring this year in Beijing
Came just before the Fall
There was no summer at all
In Tiananmen Square
China... China

And even the moon on the fourth day of June
Hid her face and did not see
Black sun rising over Tiananmen Square

And Wang Wei Lin, you remember him
All alone he stood before the tanks
A shadow of forgotten ancestors in Tiananmen Square

And my blue-eyed son, you had no one
You could call a hero of your age
You have the rainbow warriors of Tiananmen Square, singing
China Shall Be Free
China Shall Be Free
China Shall Be Free

SAMI 

The title of the song refers to the slogan "This is London calling ..." used by the BBC during the Second World War, often on the airwaves of occupied countries. Strummer (who wrote the text) speaks here of all the unfortunate events in England in the late 1970s, such as the establishment of the government of Margaret Thatcher (the ice age). "London is drowning" refers to the frequent flooding of London by the Thames before the construction of a dike in the 1970s.

The song also has a typical message of the punk movement: address to young people. London Calling encourages young people to wake up from their torpor and participate actively in the life of their country ("Come out of the cupboard, all you boys and girls"). Strummer also denounces the police violence ("We are not got no swing /" Cept for the ring of that truncheon thing). "Truncheon" refers to one of the many names given to police truncheons.

In this song, Strummer expresses his feelings about world events including the Three Mile Island nuclear accident, which occurred the previous year in 1979. He says "We felt that we were struggling about to slip down a slope or something , Grasping with our fingernails. And there was no one there to help us.

Lyrcis :
London calling to the faraway towns
 Now war is declared, and battle come down
 London calling to the underworld
 Come out of the cupboard, you boys and girls
 London calling, now don't look to us
 Phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust
 London calling, see we ain't got no swing
 'Cept for the ring of that truncheon thing
 
 [Chorus 1:]
The ice age is coming, the sun's zooming in
Meltdown expected, the wheat is growing thin
Engines stop running, but I have no fear
'Cause London is drowning, and I live by the river

London calling to the imitation zone
Forget it, brother, you can go it alone
London calling to the zombies of death
Quit holding out, and draw another breath
London calling, and I don't wanna shout
But while we were talking, I saw you nodding out
London calling, see we ain't got no high
Except for that one with the yellowy eyes

[Chorus 2: x2]
The ice age is coming, the sun's zooming in
Engines stop running, the wheat is growing thin
A nuclear error, but I have no fear
'Cause London is drowning, and I live by the river

Now get this

London calling, yes, I was there, too
An' you know what they said? Well, some of it was true!
London calling at the top of the dial
After all this, won't you give me a smile?
London calling

I never felt so much alike [fading] alike alike alike 

Julien Dori

I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America
And to the Republic for which it stands
One nation under God
Indivisible with liberty and justice for all...
It feels so good to be back..

I scrutinize every word, memorize every line
I spit it once, refuel, re-energize and rewind
I give sight to the blind, my insight through the mind
I exercise my right to express when I feel it's time
It's just all in your mind, what you interpret it as
I say to fight, you take it as I'mma whip someone's ass
If you don't understand, don't even bother to ask
A father who has grown up with a fatherless past
Who has blown up now to rap phenomenon that has
Or at least shows no difficulty multi-task
And in juggling both perhaps mastered his craft
Slash entrepreneur who has helped launch a few more rap acts
Who's had a few obstacles thrown his way through the last half
Of his career typical manure moving past that
Mr. kisses ass crack, he's a class act
Rubber band man, yea he just snaps back

[Chorus:]
Come along follow me as I lead through the darkness
As I provide just enough spark that we need to proceed
Carry on, give me hope, give me strength
Come with me and I won't steer you wrong
Put your faith and your trust as I guide us through the fog
To the light at the end of the tunnel
We gonna fight, we gonna charge, we gonna stomp, we gonna march
Through the swamp, we gonna mosh through the marsh
Take us right through the doors (c'mon)

All the people up top on the side and the middle
Come together lets all bomb and swamp just a little
Just let it gradually build from the front to the back
All you can see is a sea of people some white and some black
Don't matter what color, all that matters we gathered together
To celebrate for the same cause don't matter the weather
If it rains let it rain, yea the wetter the better
They ain't gonna stop us they can't, we stronger now more than ever
They tell us no we say yea, they tell us stop we say go
Rebel with a rebel yell, raise hell we gonna let em know
Stomp, push, shove, mush, Fuck Bush, until they bring our troops home (c'mon)

[Chorus]

Imagine it pouring, it's raining down on us
Mosh pits outside the oval office
Someone's tryina tell us something,
Maybe this is God just sayin' we're responsible
For this monster, this coward,
That we have empowered
This is Bin Laden, look at his head noddin'
How could we allow something like this without pumping our fists
Now this is our final hour
Let me be the voice in your strength and your choice
Let me simplify the rhyme just to amplify the noise
Try to amplify the times it, and multiply by six...
Teen million people, Are equal at this high pitch
Maybe we can reach alqueda through my speech
Let the president answer a higher anarchy
Strap him with an Ak-47, let him go, fight his own war
Let him impress daddy that way
No more blood for oil, we got our own battles to fight on our own soil
No more psychological warfare, to trick us to thinking that we ain't loyal
If we don't serve our own country, we're patronizing a hero
Look in his eyes its all lies
The stars and stripes, they've been swiped, washed out and wiped
And replaced with his own face, Mosh now or die
If I get sniped tonight you know why,
Cause I told you to fight.

[Chorus]

And as we proceed,
To Mosh through this desert storm,
In these closing statements, if they should argue
Let us beg to differ
As we set aside our differences
And assemble our own army
To disarm this Weapon of Mass Destruction
That we call our President, for the present
And Mosh for the future of our next generation
To speak and be heard
Mr. President, Mr. Senator
Do you guy's hear us...hear us...[laughing] (Hailie)

Gaspard

Come on come on
I see no changes wake up in the morning and I ask myself
Is life worth living should I blast myself?
I'm tired of bein' poor & even worse I'm black

My stomach hurts so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch
Cops give a damn about a negro
Pull the trigger kill a nigga he's a hero
Give the crack to the kids who the hell cares

One less ugly mouth on the welfare
First ship 'em dope & let 'em deal the brothers
Give 'em guns step back watch 'em kill each other
It's time to fight back that's what Huey said

2 shots in the dark now Huey's dead
I got love for my brother but we can never go nowhere
Unless we share with each other
We gotta start makin' changes

Learn to see me as a brother instead of 2 distant strangers
And that's how it's supposed to be
How can the Devil take a brother if he's close to me?
I'd love to go back to when we played as kids

But things changed, and that's the way it is

Come on come on
That's just the way it is
Things'll never be the same
That's just the way it is
Aww yeah

Come on come on
That's just the way it is
Things'll never be the same
That's just the way it is
Aww yeah

I see no changes all I see is racist faces
Misplaced hate makes disgrace to races
We under I wonder what it takes to make this
One better place, let's erase the wasted

Take the evil out the people they'll be acting right
'Cause both black and white is smokin' crack tonight
And only time we chill is when we kill each other
It takes skill to be real, time to heal each other

And although it seems heaven sent
We ain't ready, to see a black President, uhh
It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact
The penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks

But some things will never change
Try to show another way but you stayin' in the dope game
Now tell me what's a mother to do
Bein' real don't appeal to the brother in you

You gotta operate the easy way
"I made a G today" But you made it in a sleazy way
Sellin' crack to the kid. " I gotta get paid, "
Well hey, well that's the way it is

Come on come on
That's just the way it is
Things'll never be the same
That's just the way it is
Aww yeah

We gotta make a change...
It's time for us as a people to start makin' some changes.
Let's change the way we eat, let's change the way we live
And let's change the way we treat each other.
You see the old way wasn't working so it's on us to do
What we gotta do, to survive.

And still I see no changes can't a brother get a little peace
It's war on the streets & the war in the Middle East
Instead of war on poverty they got a war on drugs
So the police can bother me

And I ain't never did a crime I ain't have to do
But now I'm back with the blacks givin' it back to you
Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up,
Crack you up and pimp slap you up

You gotta learn to hold ya own
They get jealous when they see ya with ya mobile phone
But tell the cops they can't touch this
I don't trust this when they try to rush I bust this

That's the sound of my tool you say it ain't cool
My mama didn't raise no fool
And as long as I stay black I gotta stay strapped
And I never get to lay back

'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the pay backs
Some buck that I roughed up way back
Comin' back after all these years
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat that's the way it is uhh

Constance

Lena

In the song John Fogerty criticizes the fact that the people who declare war are usually the ones who don’t fight in them. He also criticizes the children born into powerful families for not having to fight in war. A good example to illustrate this is when he sings “I’m no senator’s son”, “I’m no millionaire’s son”.

The song never explicitly talks about the Vietnam war but being that that was the main war happening at the time, it is considered to be about that. 

The song is one of the most famous anti-war songs ever written. 

 Lyrics: 

 

Some folks are born made to wave the flag 

Ooh, they're red, white and blue 

And when the band plays "Hail to the chief" 

Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord 

 

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son, son 

It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no 

 

Some folks are born silver spoon in hand 

Lord, don't they help themselves, oh 

But when the taxman comes to the door 

Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes 

 

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son, no 

It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no 

 

Yeah, yeah Some folks inherit star spangled eyes 

Ooh, they send you down to war, 

Lord And when you ask them, "How much should we give?" 

Ooh, they only answer More! more! more! y'all

 

 

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no military son, son 

It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, one 

 

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no no no 

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate son, no no no

 

 Leonard

 

 

 

From the poverty shacks, he looks from the cracks to the tracks,
 And the hoof beats pound in his brain.
 And he's taught how to walk in a pack
 Shoot in the back
 With his fist in a clinch
 To hang and to lynch
 To hide 'neath the hood
 To kill with no pain
 Like a dog on a chain
 He ain't got no name
 But it ain't him to blame
 He's only a pawn in their game.
 
 Today, Medgar Evers was buried from the bullet he caught.
 They lowered him down as a king.
 But when the shadowy sun set on the one
 That fired the gun
 He'll see by his grave
 On the stone that remains
 Carved next to his name
 His epitaph plain:
 Only a pawn in their game. 
Arthur

The song was recorded in 2007 by Lisa Marie Presleyas a duet with her father to raise money for the Presley Foundation.

As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto

And his mama cries
'Cause if there's one thing that she don't need
It's another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto

People, don't you understand
The child needs a helping hand
Or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me,
Are we too blind to see?
Do we simply turn our heads and look the other way?

Well, the world turns
And a hungry little boy with a runny nose
Plays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto

And his hunger burns
So he starts to roam the streets at night
And he learns how to steal, and he learns how to fight
In the ghetto

Then one night in desperation
The young man breaks away
He buys a gun,
Steals a car,
Tries to run,
But he don't get far
And his mama cries

As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man
Face down on the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto

And as her young man dies,
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin',
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto

And his mama cries

Quentin

As the title implies, this song is a diss towardsDonald Trump who, at the time of this song’s release, was a candidate for the 2016 United States Presidential Election. He subsequently won the Republican party’s nomination and sucessfully won the general election on November 9, 2016 in a stunning upset against former Secretary of State Hillary Clinton. Due to his racist and often violent rhetoric, Trump has been heavily criticized by both the political class and constituents alike. That's why this song has been written. The song has know almost 14 millions views on Youtube and main comments are positive. The tunes are not that interesting but the stanzas are.

This song has a very powerful meaning : Bob Dylan denounces the corruption of war, its uselessness… He points the fact that people use God’s name to justify their actions and responsibility, that in that way we can see the world in a manichaean way. He demonstrates that soldiers and leaders who switch on war think they shouldn’t worry about why and who they kill, or the fact that they kill most generally ; because since God’s on their side, then they are killing and propagating misery all over the planet for a good cause. Bob Dylan shows how ridiculous this thought is.

I also think that he criticizes his own nation, and its constitution (mainly based on religion) and its gouvernmental choices (he even added ax extra-stanza later on, speaking of the Vietnam War). Indeed Bob Dylan was one of the activists and artists leading the Hippie Movement, a movement seeking for peace.  

Oh my name it is nothin'

My age it means less

The country I come from

Is called the Midwest

I's taught and brought up there

The laws to abide

And the land that I live in

Has God on its side.

Oh the history books tell it

They tell it so well

The cavalries charged

The Indians fell

The cavalries charged

The Indians died

Oh the country was young

With God on its side.

The Spanish-American

War had its day

And the Civil War too

Was soon laid away

And the names of the heroes

I's made to memorize

With guns on their hands

And God on their side.

The First World War, boys

It came and it went

The reason for fighting

I never did get

But I learned to accept it

Accept it with pride

For you don't count the dead

When God's on your side.

When the Second World War

Came to an end

We forgave the Germans

And then we were friends

Though they murdered six million

In the ovens they fried

The Germans now too

Have God on their side.

I've learned to hate Russians

All through my whole life

If another war comes

It's them we must fight

To hate them and fear them

To run and to hide

And accept it all bravely

With God on my side.

But now we got weapons

Of the chemical dust

If fire them we're forced to

Then fire them we must

One push of the button

And a shot the world wide

And you never ask questions

When God's on your side.

In a many dark hour

I've been thinkin' about this

That Jesus Christ

Was betrayed by a kiss

But I can't think for you

You'll have to decide

Whether Judas Iscariot

Had God on his side.

So now as I'm leavin'

I'm weary as Hell

The confusion I'm feelin'

Ain't no tongue can tell

The words fill my head

And fall to the floor

If God's on our side

He'll stop the next war.

Capucine

The song " F*ck your ethnicity" is relesead on his album Section 8.0.

I choose this song because all of his album  is dealing with every kind of issues someone can face in America trough two characters and this song is specially about racial issues. Kendrick lamar says that he wants to everybody pass out the skin color and the ethnicity.

He is intentionnally  using the language of the oppressors to be more provocative.
I think this one the best rapper of our times!

Rozen.

The song talks about the return of a veteran to the United States and his rejection by his compatriots. In this Song Bruce Springsteen pays tribute to his friends who where at the front during the Vietnam War because some of them didn't come back. Springsteen had been dismissed from the army due to an injury to a leg. He therefore protests against the difficulties of the Vietnam veterans but also against  burrs made by the American army.

Born in the U.S.A. was used by the Republican party for electoral purposes without the consent of the author, especially in the last presidential campaign. His creator was outraged.

lyrics:
Born down in a dead man's town
The first kick I took was when I hit the ground
End up like a dog that's been beat too much
Till you spend half your life just covering up

Born in the U.S.A., I was born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A., born in the U.S.A.

Got in a little hometown jam
So they put a rifle in my hand
Sent me off to a foreign land
To go and kill the yellow man

Born in the U.S.A., I was born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A., born in the U.S.A.

Come back home to the refinery
Hiring man said "son if it was up to me"
Went down to see my V.A. man
He said "son, don't you understand"

I had a brother at Khe Sahn
Fighting off the Viet Cong
They're still there, he's all gone

He had a woman he loved in Saigon
I got a picture of him in her arms now

Down in the shadow of the penitentiary
Out by the gas fires of the refinery
I'm ten years burning down the road
Nowhere to run ain't got nowhere to go

Born in the U.S.A., I was born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A., I'm a long gone daddy in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A., born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A., I'm a cool rocking daddy in the U.S.A.


                                                     (J.Beaudoire)

You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly

Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain

You fasten all the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you sit back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
While the young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud

You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins

How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
That even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do

Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good?
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could?
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul

And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
By the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead

Pierre Etienne 

The song " F*ck your ethnicity" was relesead on his album Section 8.0.

We chose this song because all of his album is dealing with every kind of issues someone can face in America trough two different characters. This song is especially about racial issues. Kendrick lamar says that he wants everybody to disregard the skin color and the ethnicity of people. This song is apart of the movement Black Lives Matter which is an international activist movement, originating in the African American community, that campaigns against violence and systemic racism toward black people. The movement gained prominence after the many killings of African American men and teenagers by police officers in several US states. 

In his song, Kendrick Lamar is intentionally  using the language of the oppressors to be more provocative.
We think he is one the best rapper of our times !

Gather around. I'm glad everybody came out tonight. As we stand on our neighborhood corner, know that this fire that's burning represents the passion you have. Listen, Keisha, Tammy, come up front. I recognize all of you. Every creed and color. With that being said... fuck your ethnicity. You understand that? We gon' talk about a lot of shit that concerns you. All of you

[Intro]
Now everybody, throw your hands up high
If you don't give a fuck, throw your hands up high

[Hook]
Now I don't give a fuck if you
Black, White, Asian, Hispanic, goddammit
That don't mean shit to me
Fuck your ethnicity, nigga

[Verse 1]
Fire burning inside my eyes, this the music that saved my life
Y'all be calling it hip-hop, I be calling it hypnotize
Yeah, hypnotize, trapped my body but freed my mind
What the fuck is you fighting for? Ain't nobody gon' win that war
My details be retail, man, I got so much in store
Racism is still alive, yellow tape and colored lines
Fuck that, nigga look at that line, it's so diverse
They getting off work and they wanna see Kendrick
Everybody can't drive Benz's, and I been there, so I make it my business
To give 'em my full attention, ten-hut! Man, I gotta get my wind up
Man, I gotta get down with God cause I got my sins up
Matter of fact, don't mistake me for no fucking rapper
They sit backstage and hide behind the fucking cameras
I mosh pit, had a microphone and I tossed it
Had a brain, then I lost it, I'm out of my mind
So don't you mind how much the cost is, penny for my thoughts
Everybody, please hold up your wallets
Yeah man, I'm the mailman, can't you tell, man?
Going postal, never freeze up, when I approach you
That's starstruck and roast you, oh my
HiiiPower

Claire & Alexia

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xWvWDu6IAyY

Redemption Song sums up Bob Marley’s life and what he stood for in his songs: freedom and redemption. Marley was a very spiritual singer who gave hope to the persecuted in his native Jamaica, and whose message spread to the United States and around the world when he became a star.

Lyrics :

Marine Perrout & Anton Gasparov