Liberté chérie [English translation]

Look at them, these unmoving lovers

Sitting, standing, lips together in the queue

Beautiful like pillars of salt

Accidental masterpieces

Look at them, these disobedient lovers

The young, the old, their clumsy actions

They're real handfuls in the alleys

Their eyes are glinting

And that's how they live here

They are the guardians of this country

And it's Doisneau and it's Paris

This is our freedom, darling

Look at them, these lovers on their island

Look carefully around them, the sea is oil

Our race on the horizon

Look, see how they are right

Look at them, these stupid lovers

Happy enough but be careful - they're fragile,

Broken by the first gust of wind,

That's why they're hugging each other so close

And that's how they live here

They are the guardians of this country

And it's Doisneau and it's Paris

This is our freedom, darling

Paris, and everywhere

Lovers in the rain, on the platforms

On the public benches

In the streets, on the bridge

In cars, taxis, offices

In hotels, aeroplanes

In beds, living rooms, balconies,

In cinemas, on sets, in corridors, in gardens

On boats

In the stars

In the fountains

And on desks

On the underground

Yes, yes, yes, yes

Lovers, lovers

This is our freedom, darling

• Artist:Calogero
• Album:Liberté chérie