Paris [English translation]

We remember the songs

A winter evening, a cold face

The sight of chestnut sellers

A room on the fifth floor

Creamy coffees in the morning

Montparnasse, the Dôme café,

The suburbs, the Latin quarter

The Tuileries and Vendôme square

Paris, it was joy, Paris

It was also sweetness

It was our tenderness

Paris, your kids and your artisans

Your peddlers and your agents

And your spring mornings

Paris, the scent of your cobblestones

Of your chestnut trees, of wood

I think of you endlessly

Paris, I miss you, old friend

We will see each other again

My great Paris

Of course there are sometimes

Moments when things get hard

But all turns out well, my word

With Paris, it is so easy

For me, Paris is the good days

Faint tunes, sad or tender

For me, Paris is my love

And my heart cannot take any more

Paris, you are my happiness, Paris

You are my sweetness too

You are all my tenderness

Paris, your kids and your artisans

Your peddlers and your agents

And your spring mornings

Paris, the scent of your cobblestones

Of your chestnut trees, of wood.

I think of you endlessly

Paris, I miss you, my old friend

We will see each other again

My great Paris...