Papa Paname [English translation]

My head was in the clouds

And not a soul around

In the blossom of youth,

so aloof on the roofs of paris

As my bicycle flew,

down the avenue

My heart did sing,

Because you gave me wings, oh-oh

Paris may we agree?

That you can surrogately

Be my papa

I was born in the arms

of your sacred heart, oh-oh

Paris may we agree?

perhaps embarassingly

That you're my papa

I was born in your arms,

and I'll never depart, oh-oh

All alone as I roam,

In a trolley car

I can never be far from your belle boulevard, oh-oh

In autumn you become like a chameleon

And we dance to the hum of the accordion

Paris may we agree?

That you can surrogately

Be my papa

I was born in the arms,

Of your sacred heart, oh-oh

Paris may we agree?

perhaps embarassingly

That you're my papa

I was born in your arms

and I'll never depart, oh-oh

I'll never be far,oh-oh,

I'll never depart,

You're my papa Paris