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Artists Chanson Française Bertrand avec D
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It likes, smile nicely with people, to keep the eyes fixed a long time on nothing and to intend to burst of laughing the children. It does not like, people who do not smile between them. Not beautiful at the school, it counts on his friends of the dreams to hold company to him bus few of other things interest it. The music, it makes him good. Even if shifted buddies by its musical attractions, it is inserted to seek that which will be able to comfort it with its countries of inside the head. It lines its face mask everywhere; the French song, Folk, the Punk one, the Festive one. One makes him discover Pogues and the Green Negresses. There it falls in love with the accordion, it plays of it a little p' tit little. Around 18 years one something of the chance which it did not hope for any more, leads it to cross “Delicatessen” of Jeunet and Caro and not well far from this moment, its eyes choose a disc: The end of the roof, they is the Stiff Heads. Relieved, it smiles to unscrew the frontage of it and leaves with these universes. It starts to make songs, groups, the punk one and of festive and later, it meets the straps, the buttons and Yves who goes with… A detail for all those which are mistaken by writing its first name: Bertrand does not have “T” at the end, it is written with ..... The other it is Yves Good, let us start with the beginning. God created the Earth, then the men, the women, the animals,… It saw that the world was too empty. It lengthened against a tree and waited. A man came then who sang a song to him. It is there, which Me sior discovered the music and later the beer which goes with. The man grows, did other men and here me is today. Me, I am Yves, that which plays with 10 fingers on thousands of buttons very white. I am Jojo of Bertrand, that which sings songs for you. For those which that interests, I was born in Farvagny in the beautiful Fribourgeoise countryside. For those which do not know the countryside, it is the place where y' has full with flowers, animals and bouzes of cow. Then, Mrs Cigogne transported me until Villars-on-Glâne, the large suburbs of Freiburg. There, the others made fun of me, because my futals was too large. I had the idea to add straps to it. I missed nothing any more but the piano. That, it was y' is 13 years old. Then like everyone, I ate soup to become tall, carrots to have beautiful eyes… Now, I chose a work, which enables me to repair my bicycle and the mower lawn of my grandfather. Besides, bin I obtained my 1st large paper with the academy of Freiburg. It is not too important, everyone of fout, but at least I finished the interminable courses and I can play of the music with Bertrand. Here in two three words which I was, which I am and who I will be, finally that one does not know yet.
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One it is Bertrand, a guitarist who makes song or a singer who plays of the guitar, it does not matter, in any event, it still does not know how it manages to do that. 
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