Paris

We remember the songs
A winter evening, a fresh face
The Seine, a chestnut merchant
A room on the fifth floor
Morning coffee creams
Montparnasse, the Café du Dôme
The suburbs, the Latin Quarter
The Tuileries and Place Vendôme

Paris was joyful, Paris
It was sweetness too
It was our tenderness
Paris, your kids, your artisans
Your peddlers and your agents
And your spring mornings

Paris, the smell of your goose pavement
From your chestnut trees of the wood
I think of you constantly
Paris, I miss you, old man
We'll meet again together
My great Paris

Obviously, there are sometimes
The slightly difficult hours
But everything works out fine, by golly
With Paris, it's so easy
For me, Paris is the beautiful days
Light, serious or tender airs
For me, Paris is my love
And my heart can't recover

Paris, you are my joy, Paris
You are my sweetness too
You are all my tenderness
Paris, your kids, your artisans
Your peddlers and your agents
And your spring mornings

Paris, the smell of your goose pavement
From your chestnut trees of the wood
I think of you constantly
Paris, I miss you, old man
We'll meet again together
My great Paris