Ce Garçon Est Une Ville
Pomme
This Boy Is A City
This boy is a city that I love to visit with my fingers
This boy, a city that I love to explore from end to end
A model city, a model city
This boy is a city where I love to let my heart wander
This boy, a city, serene capital of my kisses
A model city, a model city
No place, none, had ever had this effect on me
No place like this boy
No place, none
Had ever had this effect on me
No place like this boy
I grew tired of new cities
Where I only passed through
But the mysterious one that I love
Is the boy of my dreams
Of an ancient beauty, of an ancient beauty
Towards his voice I rush
I run until I lose my hearing, my sight
Towards his voice I rush, I run
Time is suspended on this grand avenue
On this grand avenue
No place, none, had ever had this effect on me
No place like this boy
No place, none
Had ever had this effect on me
No place like this boy
At his fountains I drink, I drink
I drink until I am drunk
At these water points I drink, I drink
So much that I am drunk
And I feel revived
And I feel revived
This boy is a city that I love
That I love
