Dans Mon Paris

In the Paris of the small neighborhoods
Forgotten by tourists, the postcards
And their old clichés
The Eiffel Tower plays to the eyes of passersby
But I'll take you to Ménilmontant
Come have a drink, you're my guests

In the Paris of ordinary people
We're more often on Boulevard Voltaire
Than on the Champs Élysées
The silver tower winks at worthy customers
But there's the Goutte d'Or where I dine with a laugh
Around the table of simplicity

At the Belleville market, we hear the mixed accents singing
At the St Ouen flea market, Django's spirit hovers over the bistros
At Barbes at the Hammam, I go to recharge
Amid the scents of orange blossom
It's in Paris Montmartre that you met me
You'll discover the music of my street

In this Paris, I love to stroll
Far from the clichés of postcards and vacationers
The posh neighborhoods are familiar to you
But here I'll take you, you'll discover
These forgotten places that make me vibrate

When at daybreak I leave the Three Mallets with a hoarse voice
I'll crunch my bread roll like at home
The Marché des Enfants Rouges takes me around the world
At the Robespierre metro, all my buddies wander
It's in Paris Montmartre that you met me
Come listen to the music of my street

In this Paris, I love to wander through the gardens,
The carriage doors, and the staircases
All these neighborhoods are familiar to me
With simple people and sincerity
It's the Paris that I love to share

Oh, it's tough, let's give it a try
Ouch hey, ouch ho, guys!
And if, stop uh!
What if we tried a big band version with brass trumpet saxophone and all that
I think it could be really great