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Raspberries, Strawberries by The Kingston Trioالقصائد الغناءيه -текстове на песни -texty -paroles -στίχοι -गीतletras -songteksten -тексты песен -versuri -tekst utworu -testi -the text of the song - - نص الاغنيةтекста на песента -tekst pjesme -text písně -teksten til sangen -teksti, laulu -le texte de la chanson -το κείμενο του τραγουδιού -पाठ के गीतEl texto de la canción -de tekst van het lied -der Text des Liedes -teksten til sangen -o texto da canção -Текст песни -textul de la piesa -Texten till låten -il testo della canzone

Raspberries, Strawberries by The Kingston Trio

     

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[Spoken]
A young man goes to Paris, as every young man should.
There's something in the air of France that does a young man good.

[Chorus]
On the album, Dave sings the beginning of the chorus in phonetic French. Actual French is as follows: Ah! les fraises et les fromboises et les bon vins [que] nous avons bus.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
Raspberries, strawberries, the good wines we brew.
Here's to the girls of the countryside, the ones we drink 'em to.

[Spoken]
Paris nights are warm and fair. The summer winds are soft.
A young man finds the face of love in every field and loft.
In every field and loft.

[Chorus]

[Spoken]
An old man returns to Paris as every old man must.
He finds the winter winds blow cold. His dreams have turned to dust.
His dreams have turned to dust. His dreams have turned to dust.

Ah! les fraises et les fromboises et les bon vins que nous avons bus.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
Raspberries, strawberries, the good wines we brew.
Here's to the girls of the countryside, whom we must bid adieu.

Writer : WILL HOLT
Copyright : Lyrics © BAX MUSIC

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