Oh hey, lemme tell ya 'bout Bernissart (be)!

I live here for a bit now.

Streets? Like Rue de la Détente, super chill.

Neighborhoods? Le Petit Coin is so sweet.

Parks? Uh, Parc des Fossiles rocks, seriously.

There's a cool river, the Ruisseau Relax.

I stroll by it, feelin' all Zen.
Yeah, y’know, like WALL-E said, “Eeeee…!”

I mumble while I walk, clunky style.

Been here, been chillin' non-stop.
My fav spot? Outside the ancient fossil site.

They found dinos there, crazy stuff!

Walk down Avenue Fossile, then over to Café Calme.

I sometimes get mad 'cause they fill the place!

But hey, it smells like old memories.
I got excited, y’know, just like WALL-E!

He’d say, “Directive: keep on truckin’!”

I'm like that too, haha.
I hang out in tiny alleys, errr…

Like Rue du P'tit Relax.

I sometimes forget my keys.

Oops, yeah, my brain's quirky!
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I loooove the local vibe, no lie!

Crazy fun chatter on Rue du Flâneur.

The vibe? Epic! Super weirdly cool.
I walk, mumble, stumble, all smooth.

I often say, “Wheee, clean up, eh?!”

(Uh well, WALL-E, ya know?)
These streets, these vibes, pure joy.

But sometimes I'm mad at traffic.

I shout “Bzzt, beep-beep!”

But nah, it bugs me now.
At night, the lights waver softly.

Even the stars blues me out.

But I always find a hidden nook.

Hidden spot at the old mill, wow!

Pure ancient serenity, dude.
Err… so many cool finds.

I mean, who wouldn’t love it, right?

Hustle, bustle, chill out—boom.
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Bernissart (be) is my rhythm.

I share it like WALL-E says, “You are soooo my favourite!”

Catch ya later, friend, and come chill!