A Paris

In Paris
When love blooms
It's been for weeks
Two hearts smiling at each other
All because they love each other
In Paris

In spring
Weathervanes on the roofs
Spin around and act flirtatious
With the first wind
Who passes indifferent
Nonchalant

Because the wind
When he comes to Paris
Only has one worry left
It's to go loafing
In all the beautiful neighborhoods
From Paris

The sun
Who is his old friend
Is also part of the party
And like two schoolboys
They go on a spree
In Paris

And hand in hand
They go without hitting each other
Looking along the way
If Paris has changed

There is always
Marauding taxis
Who charge you with fraud
Before parking
Where is the agent still
Taxis

At the coffee shop
We see anyone
Who drinks anything
Who speaks with his hands
What has been there since the morning
At the coffee shop

There is the seine
At any time
She has her visitors
Who look into her eyes
They are his lovers
By the breast

And there are those
Those who made their nest
Near the bed of the Seine
And who wash at noon
Every day of the week
In the seine

And the others
Those who have had enough
Because they have seen too much
And who want to forget
So they take the plunge
But the seine

She prefers
See the pretty boats
Walk around on her
And along its water
Play caravels
On the Seine

Troubles
It's not just in Paris
There are all over the world
Yes but all over the world
There is not everywhere Paris
That's the boredom

In Paris
On the fourteenth of July
By the light of the lanterns
We dance non-stop
To the sound of the accordion
In the streets

Since in Paris
We took the bastille
In all the suburbs
And at every crossroads
There are guys
And there are girls
Who on the cobblestones
Non-stop night and day
Do tricks and tricks
In Paris