The walks are over
Along the canal
The stairs of postcards
It's over, Paris
It's decided, I'm running off
The gray skies are over
The shady mornings
They say that in Toulouse the bricks are pink
Oh, over there, Paris, the bricks are pink
Paris, you bet, Paris, that I'm leaving you
That I'm changing course and capitals
Paris, you bet, Paris, that I'm leaving you
That I'm leaving you
Over your dirty sidewalks
I know your mouth too much
Entrance to the subway
The river boats and the color of the water
It's over, Paris
I know you too much
Here I'm bored
Even when the night comes
They say that Seville wakes up at midnight
Over there, Paris, the city wakes up at midnight
Paris, you bet, Paris, that I'm leaving you
That I'm changing course and capitals
Paris, you bet, Paris, that I'm leaving you
That I'm leaving you
Over your dirty sidewalks
In Toulouse it rained
In Seville I drank too much
In Rio I felt homesick
Oh! Lost Paris
I return to live in Paris