music was clear Prettiest voice I had heard in two years The song she kept singing would make a man's blood run cold When it's springtime in Alaska,
Alaska, go north, the rush is on Way up north, north to Alaska, way up north, north to Alaska North to Alaska, go north, the rush is on North to Alaska
The ultimate error: war The total error: war All empires' rhythm: war Poor human wretch He is a tiny slimy worm Why do we need a rosy old Statesman's
Would you die for me ? If I say please ? Would you sacrifice ? Would you call my name ? There's no other way out to live with it I will knock on you door
When you'll be here, what will you say ? Will you go on lying to me again ? Inside the sores, bleeds a river you'll have to taste & swallow hole You
Hey You want to talk to me ? You don't know who I am Hey You want to take the risk ? You'd better go anywhere Hey You want to touch my skin ? You'll maybe
Let's talk RIGHT From a long time you use Words you don't control I will teach you their meaning Let's RIGHT WALK From too long you talk About weapons
is winding big nuggets they're finding North to Alaska go north the rush is on north to Alaska go north the rush is on (Way up north way up north) north to Alaska
two years The song she was singin' made a man's blood run cold When it's springtime in Alaska it's forty below (When it's springtime in Alaska it's forty
the road despite the holiday The winter green day dream softly colliding It took all my headaches away When did I arrive? I don't recall ever leaving Alaska
blues oh, the rain's coming down hard it's dark out there you gotta have something to do so one day she said i must go to alaska this winter he yelled
Paroles et musique : Michel Rivard © 1974 by Editions Bonte Divine Capo III 1 Cremoe, cremoe pas quequ'part en Alaska Y'a un phoque qui s'ennuie en maudit
Paper cuts leave trails A good distraction Is what I got to. I've got this corner window I've got five days of winter this routine whitewall
be whistling a tune Just when I was thinking what's an eskimo to do Something in the fog says I can find my way with you Sun in my alaska Sun in my alaska
no more road But I got a light load And if she isn't in Alaska I'll stay and pan for gold Alaska, Alaska I think I'll try Alaska Somewhere she could
(Woo!) She loves me, she loves me not. My love was my decay. She loves me, she loves me not. He repeated to himself over and over. These petals decide
She loves me, she loves me not My love was so decayed She loves me, she loves me not He repeated to himself over and over These petals decide what's next
I'm on the road to Alaska, nowhere near Nebraska But I'm sure if I asked her she'll know I ain't got no honey, I'm so short of money I really, really
