Paris

We remember the songs
One winter evening, a fresh face
The scene with chestnut vendors
A room on the fifth floor
The morning café-crèmes
Montparnasse, Café du Dôme
The suburbs, the Latin Quarter
The Tuileries and Place Vendôme
Paris, it was joy, Paris
It was sweetness too
It was our tenderness
Paris, your kids, your craftsmen
Your peddlers and your agents
And your spring mornings
Paris, the smell of your cobblestones
Of your chestnut trees in the woods
I think of you constantly
Paris, I miss you my old friend
We will meet again, just the two of us
My great Paris
Of course, there are sometimes
The hours a little difficult
but everything works out well, my faith
With Paris, it's so easy
For me, Paris is the good days
The serious or tender tunes
For me, Paris is my loves
And my heart cannot recover
Paris, you are my joy, Paris
You are my sweetness too
You are all my tenderness
Paris, your kids, your craftsmen
Your peddlers and your agents
And your spring mornings
Paris, the smell of your cobblestones
Of your chestnut trees in the woods
I think of you constantly
Paris, I miss you my old friend
We will meet again, just the two of us
My great Paris