| The joyful crowd throws | |
| me into his arms, we laugh -- | |
| and then I lose him. | |
| Het gedrang werpt me | Die Menge wirft uns |
| in zijn armen, we lachen -- | zusammen, wir lachen und -- |
| en ik raak hem kwijt. | ich verliere ihn. |
| Tribute to Rivgauche, Michel | 5-7-5 |
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