Besedila:
Quentin

Well, my daddy left home when I was three And he didn't leave much to ma and me Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze Now, I don't blame him

Darlin' companion, come on an' give me understandin' And let me be your champion, a hand to hold your pretty hand in Darlin' companion, now you know you

Well, it was a time on earth When in the books of heaven An old account was standing For sins yet unforgiven My name was at the top And many things below

He turned the water into wine He turned the water into wine In the little Cana town The word went all around that He turned the water into wine Well

Well, I left my motel room, down at the Starkville Motel The town had gone to sleep and I was feelin' fairly well I strolled along the sidewalk 'neath

Oh well, I'm tired and so weary but I must go along Till the Lord comes and calls, calls me away, oh yes And the morning's so bright and the lamb is the

Conteur: Sir Quentin preux chevalier Galopant par vaux et monts De mil hommes faisant armee Ou vainqueur les me-ee-enes-tu

(Don't forget about us) Don't, baby, don't, baby, don't let it go No, baby, no, baby, no, baby, no (Don't forget about us) Don't, baby, don't, baby, don

un sens a mes jours [Quentin Mosimann] Donc a bruler a ta flemme J'aimerais avoir le choix des armes Prisonnier loin de tes bras Toutes les nuits j'entends ta voix [Quentin