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THE TRIPLETS OF BELLEVILLE
Is the movie over?
Don't you want to tell grandma?
Is the movie over?
We now continue with a musical interlude.
In this 17th stage of the Tour de France
the pack, the machine of muscles and steel, finally gets going.
But before the rubber tests the overheated paving-stones of Marseille,
these young lads still have many obstacles to face.
And a fantastic escape by the yellow jersey,
who devours Klaut and Glutman of the canned food factory from Frankfurt.
They'll have a hard time catching up
on the spot where they already failed miserably last year,
When they really had to bite the bullet.
How admirable this fierce endurance is.
On the face of this great eagle.
The very top lies at an altitude of 1912 metres,
the horrible Ventoux, an impressive scenery
of white desert, under a burning sun.
They climb standing on the pedals,
Constantly watching their gear ratio, It is hell.
But before they reach the finish,
they work themselves into a sweat,
and leave behind that musky smell,
That supporters know so well.
The pack sink into oblivion.
For some the bell already sounds And they give up.
Those who can not really pound the pedals,
lose pace, fall behind,
vanish into nothingness.
Together with a dazzling speed comes the liberating descent
to Marseille.
Keep going, my boy!
Insurance company "The Pigeon" gives away a whole week's free insurance
for the best sprinter.
Yes, that's right, for free, for his bicycle.
My box! That's my box! Give me back my box!
Is that your dog?
I don't believe it! The nerve!
She now has my box and the dog!
Here, stuff this!
"Dried tadpoles."
Get out.
And now: The Triplets of Belleville.
"ANOTHER RACER'S GRAVE DISCOVERED" "THIRD IN TWO MONTHS' TIME"
"SINISTER DETAILS"
"Investigation got stuck."
"French Mafia Denies verything!"
BELLEVILLE THANK YOU FOR YOUR VISIT GOODBYE
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Don't you want to tell grandma? Is the movie over?
It's finished, grandma.
For my parents.
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