I walk on your streets
Which in turn step on my feet
I drink in your cafes
I hang around in your metros,
Your sidewalks love me a little too much
I dream in your bistrots
I sit down on your benches
I look at your monuments
I raise a toast to the health of your lovers
I let your Seine flow
Under your bridges, your tune
Always after the sorrows
I cry in your taxis
When you shine under the rain
How beautiful you are, in the middle of the night
I take a piss in your gutters,
It's all (Victor) Hugo's fault
And I get drunk in jargon
I sleep in your hotels
I adore your Eiffel Tower
It, at least, is faithful
When I leave you a little later,
You look just like sadness
It hurts me so freaking much
Paris, Paris, how much?
Paris, whatever you want
Boulevard of distress
Paris, you knocked me off my feet
Paris, you left me
Paris, Paris, how much?
Paris, whatever you want
Paris, we made it
Paris, we lost it
Paris, you left me
On your roads
I wake up in your arms
On your docks, there is joy
And in your woods, there are wolves
I slip into your cinemas
I get lost in your neighbourhood
I will never manage to find my way there
I swim in the course of your train stations
And my gaze wanders
I see cockroaches moving about on your bars
I hang on to the lampposts
Your pigeons have some nerve
And me, what do I look like?
Paris, Paris, how much?
Paris, whatever you want
Boulevard of distress
Paris, you knocked me off my feet
Paris, you left me
Paris, Paris, how much?
Paris, whatever you want
Paris, we made it
Paris, we lost it
Paris, you left me
On your roads
I walk on your streets
Which in turn step on my feet
I drink in your cafes
I hang around in your metros,
Your sidewalks love me a little too much
I dream in your bistrots