In Paris
When a love blooms,
It did for weeks
Two hearts smiling at each other,
All because they love each other nt
In Paris.
In spring
On the roofs, the gyrouett's
Tourn'nt and make the coquet's
With the first wind
Which passes indifferently ©rent,
Nonchalant,
Because the wind,
When it comes to Paris
Has only one worry left,
It is to go lounging around
In all the beautiful neighborhoods
Of Paris
The sun
Who is his old friend,
Is also at the party
And like two colleagues ©giens
They go on a spree
Into Paris.
And hand in hand,
They go without hitting each other
Looking along the way,
br/>If Paris has changed.
There are always
Marauding taxis
Who charge you fraudulently,
Before parking,
Where is the agent still there
Taxis.
At the café
We see anyone,
Who drinks anything,
Who speaks with his hands,
And what has been there since the morning,
At the café
There's the Seine,
At any time
She has her visitors
Who look into her eyes,
They are her lovers
At the Seine.
And there are those,
Those who have made their bed,
Near the bed of the Seine,
And who wash at noon
Every day of the week
In the Seine.
And the others,
Those who have had enough,
Because they have seen too much
And who want to forget,
br/>So they throw themselves into the water,
But the Seine
She prefers
See the pretty boats
Walk on it,
br/>And along its water,
Play caravell's,
On the Seine!
Trouble,
It's not just in Paris,
There are all over the world,
Yes, but all over the world,
There's not Paris everywhere,
There's boredom...
In Paris,
On the fourteenth of July
By the light of the lanterns,
We dance non-stop,
To the sound of the accordion,
In the streets.
Since in Paris, we took the Bastille,
In all the suburbs,
And at every crossroads,
There are guys, and there are girls
Who on the cobblestones,
Non-stop, night and day,
Doing tricks,
And tricks,
In Paris.

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