from under your monument, the words rang out: "je voulais parler la belle langue de mon siècle." and you did. you're a movement whose time has come, whose time has passed. we navigate this city knowing you'll never die.
from under your monument, the words rang out: "je voulais parler la belle langue de mon siècle." and you did. you're a movement whose time has come, whose time has passed. we navigate this city knowing you'll never die.