I remember, yes I remember well what the Greek writer told me.
He said that the blackbirds were the only ones who left the forest,
and followed humans into the cities.
And that's how I lost...
my friend.
He was now in the city.
I was wondering what became of him. I wrote him,
The answer was slow to come because...
communication is difficult.
And that's how I lost...
my friend.
He was now in the city.
I was wondering what became of him. I wrote him,
The answer was slow to come because...
communication is difficult.
Must go through satellites, in all the universe...
Finally I got a postcard with a plane ticket.
He was asking me to come visit him.
So I took the plane and I went to see him.
See what became of this blackbird.
How he continued to sing in the city.
he must have made his nest somewhere.
What was his song now?
Lucky Luke...
Lucky Jean-Luc...
And the city blackbird, must he stay...
in his apartments, in his streets, in his cars.
That's it. The meeting is over.