Текст песни Save The Snail

It was a quiet cafe in Orleans, France

where we held our midnight rendezvous,

conspiring pour la resistance

It seemed like something Woody Allen would do,

talking politics, ethics, animal rights

one fateful night long ago.

The mood like the food we kept it light

till someone ordered escargot.

How sad for the snails, I cried woefully

shedding tears on my brioche.

To have given up their lives needlessly

for the bourgeoisie, how gauche

To my friends, I cried You and your dialectic.Camille West - Save The Snail - http://ru.motolyrics.com/camille-west/save-the-snail-lyrics.html

Save the dolphins.

Save the ozone.

Save the whale...

There is a factory I know where they are farming escargot.

We must save our friend the snail.

We planned the mission with the utmost precision,

spied the factory from across the boulevard.

The alarm was taken care of by Pierre the electrician,

while I seduced- I mean, subdued- the guard.

Need I tell you, our timing was crucial

not to be caught at the scene of the crime.

Camille West Save The Snail