In Paris
When a love blossoms
Two hearts will smile on each other
For weeks
All that, because they love each other
In Paris
In the spring
On the roofs the weathervanes
Twirl and flirt
With the first wind
Which passes by indifferently
Nonchalant
For the wind
When it comes to Paris
Has but a single wish
It's to meander
Through all the beaux quartiers
Of Paris
The sun
Who is his old friend
Is also on vacation
And like a pair of college boys
They're going out on the town
In Paris
And hand in hand
They go without hurt
Looking out on the road
To see if Paris has changed
There are still
Marauding taxis
Who will overcharge you
Before they reach the station
Where the taxi agent stays
In the cafés
You'll see anyone
Who is saying anything
Speaking with their hands
And staying until morning
In the cafés
The Seine is still there
And at any hour
She has visitors
Who gaze into her eyes
They are her lovers
At the Seine
And there are those
Who have built their nests
On the banks of the Seine
And who bathe at noon
Every day of the week
In the Seine
And the others
The ones who have had enough
Because they've seen too much
And they want to forget
They throw themselves into the water
But the Seine
She prefers
To see the pretty boats
That cruise upon her
And to play among the sailboats
That follow the course of her waters
On the Seine
Troubles
They aren't only in Paris
They're all over the world
Yes, but in all the world
There is only one Paris
There's the trouble
In Paris
On Bastille Day
To the glow of lanterns
We dance without cease
To the sound of accordions
In the streets
Ever since in Paris
We took the Bastille
In all the suburbs
And at every crossroads
There are boys
And girls
Who without stopping
On the pavement
Whirl and turn
In Paris