I like to stroll on the big boulevards
There's so much, so much
So much to see
We only have to choose at random
We did ampules
To zigzag amongst the crowd
I like houses and the general shops
The display windows and the lotteries
And the chatty street pedlar
Who, you, debits their lies
That has passed the time
And we forget his depression
I'm not worth millions
I'm a tour organizer for Citroen
I can't pay me absent-mindness
Every day of the week
Me as well, I have my little obssessions
That will give me pleasure and cost nothing
Also, soon work is finished
I line up between the Saint-Denis door
And the Boulevard for Italians.
I like to stroll on the big boulevards
There's so much, so much
So much to see
We have seen the big days of hope
The days of anger
That will go out to the working class
There vibrates the heart of Paris
Always raging, sometimes rebellious
With its songs, its shouts
And of pretty story moments
Are written everywhere in long
Of our big boulevards
I like to stroll on the big boulevards
The summer evenings when everyone
Likes go to bed late
We have chances to see
Two Angelic eyes
That we've followed up to the Republic
Then I meet my small hotel
My room where the winodw gives
On a sky corner
Where I reach out like a name
All the rumours, all the glimmers
Of the enchanting world
The big boulevards