Ça sent si bon la france

When we have traveled all over the world,We die to return to the trainThe nose against the window to open the door,And to kiss just like good bread.This old bell tower in the setting sunIt smells so good in France!These large ripe wheat fields filled with wildflowers,It smells so good in France!This little garden where you see "Beware of the dog"It smells so good in France!At each station a murmur,As you pass by it grabs you:"Direct to Paris, by car"Oh it smells good of the country!We finally arrive, the journey is over.An old friend comes to hug you.He looks happy, and you are even more so,Because as you step out, everything hits you.Along the streets those songs from our land,It smells so good in France!On a sidewalk that beggar with gentle eyes,It smells so good in France!Those people who cross the street outside the lines,It smells so good in France!The sparrows that brush against you,The cheekiness of the street kids,"Paris Midi, Last hour."Oh it smells good of the country!And slowly, life starts again,We had promised to take everything in.But the blue dreams, the immense projects,For a few days we let them slip away.That brunette with eyes like paradise,Oh it smells so good in France!The PMU that closes before noon "Oh là, oh là là!"It smells so good in France!The little bar where they give you credit.Oh it smells so good in France!It's Saturday, no need to worry, rest until Monday!Belote and re-, last ten.It smells good of the country!What country?But it smells good of our country, yes!