Arde Paris
Mireille Mathieu
Paris Burns
Just a cry for freedom
And Paris gets furious
It's not just a city anymore
It wants war and it's a goddess
Its passions burn
Paris burns in its volcano
It opens its prisons
Everyone goes out to fight
It will jump and take action
If Paris gets furious
A rifle on every balcony
Winks and destroys you
They throw grenades
In the streets, gray fire
They raise barricades
There are knives in Paris
No longer matters to survive
To win, to lose, maybe to die
But what does matter is the personal touch
The flower in the buttonhole
They pay any price
To be free and happy
God help us if it's not free
Always free Paris
Attention, say a prayer
If Paris gets furious
A cyclone thunders in its cannon
It sounds in its proud song
When Paris trembles
Everyone trembles for Paris
When it liberates itself
The world sings for Paris
It's its freedom party
And Paris is no longer furious
There's no more fever or storm
And it's once again the most beautiful
It cries with joy
There's no more fear and it's happy
A new day is born
And the light returns to Paris
