Lettre à Paris [English translation]

Earlier, I ate the car

With its wheels , with its headlights

Then I smoked a sedan

The pure essences of refined petrol

Paris , I love your diesel

The smell of your motor excitation

Paris , you're the capital

The letter P in first sounding

Because you feel so good , summer

Under your leaden , suffer

I fatal inspiration

You'll always romantic

Same time as pictures

Who goudronnent your monuments

And all eyes are crying lovers

It has often sung your bridges

A sudden excess accordion

For now , that these blare

Will rent your pollution peaks

Bel- Air Avenue or on the docks

We would breathe in peace when we know

that our gas is fatal

It brings a smile that P. .. in starting

Because you feel so good , summer

Under your leaden , suffer

I fatal inspiration

You'll always romantic

Same time peaks

Who goudronnent your monuments

And all eyes are crying lovers

P , as not seen, not taken

In a like atmosphere

R , as the fresh air of Paris

I is asphyxiation

And S , really good spirit

Let us inhale and

Among the squares and alleys

So dangerous aromas

Because you feel so good , summer

Under your leaden , suffer

I fatal inspiration

You'll always romantic

Same time peaks

Who goudronnent your monuments

And all eyes are crying lovers