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Hello! I'm Lyrkit!

I tried many ways to memorize English words and found the most effective one for me!

We already have all the words of the songs that we have heard throughout our lives in our memory. We simply did not pay attention to them, but we all already hear them!

I noticed that when you learn a new word from a song that you have already heard before, you already know the translation of this word forever and you will never forget it!

I want to share this method with you. So, the scheme is as follows.

We find songs that we have already heard.

We add all unfamiliar words from them.

We pass mini tests of memory games. done

Now that you know a lot of words, you will very quickly come to know the whole language!

I bet you'll be surprised how effective this method is!)

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Michel Sardou

Rien

 

Rien

(album: La Vieille - 1976)


De cet ange qui devint Satan
Ou de la Pucelle d'Orléans
Des veuves de la guerre de cent ans
Rien

De la première arche de Noé
Ou du dernier rameau d'olivier
De cet oeil qui poursuivait Caïn
Il ne reste rien

Du pommier doré du paradis
Et des noir pêcheurs de Sodomie
Du rosier de feu de Pompeï
Rien

Du dernier des soldats inconnus
Aux inconnus qui portent des rues
De la première des balles perdues
Il ne reste rien

De notre amour vieux comme les pierres
Qui s'éteint comme un centenaire
De notre amour d'avant-hier
Qui fête ses noces de poussière
Il ne reste que moi
Il ne reste rien

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