Dans mon Paris [English translation]

In the Paris of small neighbourhoods

forgotten by tourists

postcards

and their old clichés

the Eiffel Tower plays a trick on the eyes of passers-by

but I'll take you all to Ménilmontant

come on have a small glass, you're my guests

In the Paris of ordinary people

one's more often on Voltaire boulevard

than at Champs Élysées

the Tour d'Argent is making eyes at worthy shoppers

but there's the Goutte d'Or where I dine having fun

around the table of simplicity

At Belleville market

we can hear singing with mixed accents

at the flea market of St Ouen the spirit of Django

is hovering over the bars

at the Barbès's hamam I'm going to recharge myself

with the perfumes of orange blossoms

It's in Paris Montmartre where you've met me

you're going to discover the music of my street

This is the Paris I love to wander about in

away from the clichés

of postcards and vacationers

the beautiful neighbourhoods you are familiar with

but now I'm taking you to discover

these forgotten places that really make me come alive

When at the break of day

I leave the Trois Mailletz with wasted voice

I'm going to grab a bite at Ma Pomme en Colimaçon

just like at home

The Market des Enfants Rouges takes me around the world

all of my pals are hanging around the Robespierre subway station

it's in Montmartre Paris where you've met me

so come listen to the diverse music of my street

In this Paris I like to bum about

at the whim of parks

double doors and stairs

all these neighbourhoods are familiar to me

filled with simple people and sincerity

this is the Paris that I love to share

Ha this is for dogs what if we tried ...

Oy ouch, oy yeow, hey guys!

What if, stop ho!

What if we tried a big band version with brass trumpet, saxophone and all, I think this might be really good