In the 1970s, he was the clone of Michel Sardou. Big mouth, nice voice, right. Serge Lama was the fine gentleman of the variety. His audience was mainly made up of women. And yet... when we listen back to some of the titles, one tick. In " French girl ", faraud, it boasts of a fling with a dancer who was "cool, not cool" and who gave her a " cold-of the kind that it does not say ". Rival of Sardou, Lama dares to even this pastiche : "Since the day that she said hello, she runs, she runs, the disease of love. "Glamour.
In " The game is missing and the...
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