Pas D'ici

I'm not from here
I really like Paris
But often I struggle
When things look grim
Smile
It's true that here, you don't have time
To talk to people
Even when you're alone
Forget
Where is the sea
My living room in Provence
And the people who don't put on airs
I left behind
My childhood friends

And the tunes my father played for me
On the pavement, wet hair
In the rain like every morning
I see them pass by, I let the memories speak
Like a refrain
And I want to remember
That there the sun shines
When the capital in summer
Acts up, becomes hostile
You know I'm not from here
But when everything is gray
Now I too
Look grim
Smile
It's true that here
You don't have time
To take your time
Life in pieces
I don't hear the sea anymore
The singing accent
And the mistral that challenges the nerves
I left behind
My friends from?

But in Paris, I always have things to do
On the pavement, wet hair
In the rain like every morning
I see them pass by, I let the memories speak
Like a refrain
And I want to remember
That there the sun shines
When the capital in summer
Acts up, becomes hostile
Not really from here
Not really from there
You know at least who I am
A bit here, but always there
On the pavement, wet hair
In the rain like every morning
I see them pass by, I let the memories speak
Like a refrain
On the pavement, wet hair
In the rain like every morning
I see them pass by, I let the memories speak
Like a refrain
And I want to remember
That there the sun shines
When the capital in summer
Acts up, becomes hostile