Les grands boulevards

I love to stroll on the great boulevards
There’s so much to see, so much to see
So much to take in
We just pick at random
We get blisters
Zigzagging through the crowd
I love the stalls and the markets
The displays, the lotteries
And the chatty vendors
Who spin their tall tales
It makes the time fly
And you forget your blues

I’m not rich, not a millionaire
I’m a machinist at Citroën
I can’t afford distractions
Every day of the week
So I have my little quirks
That bring me joy and cost nothing
So, as soon as work’s done
I head between Saint-Denis gate
And the Boulevard des Italiens

I love to stroll on the great boulevards
There’s so much to see, so much to see
So much to take in
You can witness great days of hope
Days of anger
That bring out the people
There beats the heart of Paris
Always fiery, sometimes rebellious
With its songs, its shouts
And beautiful moments of history
Written everywhere along
Our great boulevards

I love to stroll on the great boulevards
On summer nights when everyone
Loves to stay out late
You might catch a glimpse
Of two angelic eyes
That you follow to République
Then I find my little hotel
My room where the window looks
Out to a piece of sky
From where I hear like a call
All the rumors, all the glimmers
Of the enchanting world
Of the great boulevards