Pariz [English translation]

It's not like it's for never

It's a weak consolation

When you, small under the stars,

Live out of memories

And time's changing

From bad to worse

Let's close our eyes

To see colours

Tell me who stole hope from us

And why I'll never see Paris

Tell me who took away the dream

But tell the kids I already know the answer

And days go by

Sadness is looking at us from the window

And I'd like a happy song

But the sadness won't let me hear it

And time's changing

From bad to worse

Let's close our eyes

To see colours