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The Roches Francis

(Song of gratitude to St. Francis of Assisi) My patron saint's a man who went from town to town and paid no rent The things he owned besides his soul

to San Francisco You're gonna meet some gentle people there For those who come to San Francisco Summertime will be a love-in there In the streets of San Francisco

Пераклад: Роха Voisine. Сан - Францыска (Francais).

T'avais mis ta robe legere Moi, l'echelle contre un cerisier T'as voulu monter la premiere Et apres Y a tant de facons, de manieres De dire les choses

to San Francisco You're gonna meet some gentle people there For those who come to San Francisco Summertime will be a love-in there In the streets of San Francisco

to San Francisco You're gonna meet some gentle people there For those who come to San Francisco Summertime will be a love-in there In the streets of San Francisco