Paris [English translation]

I walk on your streets

Which in turn step on my feet

I drink in your cafes

I hang around in your metros,

Your sidewalks love me a little too much

I dream in your bistrots

I sit down on your benches

I look at your monuments

I raise a toast to the health of your lovers

I let your Seine flow

Under your bridges, your tune

Always after the sorrows

I cry in your taxis

When you shine under the rain

How beautiful you are, in the middle of the night

I take a piss in your gutters,

It's all (Victor) Hugo's fault

And I get drunk in jargon

I sleep in your hotels

I adore your Eiffel Tower

It, at least, is faithful

When I leave you a little later,

You look just like sadness

It hurts me so freaking much

Paris, Paris, how much?

Paris, whatever you want

Boulevard of distress

Paris, you knocked me off my feet

Paris, you left me

Paris, Paris, how much?

Paris, whatever you want

Paris, we made it

Paris, we lost it

Paris, you left me

On your roads

I wake up in your arms

On your docks, there is joy

And in your woods, there are wolves

I slip into your cinemas

I get lost in your neighbourhood

I will never manage to find my way there

I swim in the course of your train stations

And my gaze wanders

I see cockroaches moving about on your bars

I hang on to the lampposts

Your pigeons have some nerve

And me, what do I look like?

Paris, Paris, how much?

Paris, whatever you want

Boulevard of distress

Paris, you knocked me off my feet

Paris, you left me

Paris, Paris, how much?

Paris, whatever you want

Paris, we made it

Paris, we lost it

Paris, you left me

On your roads

I walk on your streets

Which in turn step on my feet

I drink in your cafes

I hang around in your metros,

Your sidewalks love me a little too much

I dream in your bistrots

• Artist:Marc Lavoine