ParisT'as l'palpitant à Notre-DameMais l'Amour c'est rue d'AmsterdamQu'on l'achète, pour des picaillons,Mêm' à c'prix là parfois c'est bon
ParisT'as la tête au creux des nuagesLa Tour Eiffel et trois étagesQui scintillent quand arriv' le soirDès fois qu'tu vois tout trop en noir
ParisT'as les pieds au bord de la SeineOù s'noie l’chagrin quand t’as d’la peineSous des vagues de mélancolieAu son des orgu' de Barbarie
ParisT’as les esgourd' qu’ont des bouchonsA caus' de la circulationT’as plus vingt berges et dans ta voixQuand tu gamberges ça n’est plus toi

ParisT'as les poumons dans l' Bois d'VincennesDans l’Bois d'Boulogne des phénomènesQui respirent un parfum d’amour
Qui ne durera pas toujours

ParisDans tes veines y a l'métro qui ramePour écouler tous les quidamsQui s'serrent les coudes au p'tit matinPour s'faufiler jusqu'au turbin
ParisT’as les tripes au Quartier LatinQuand vient l’mois d’Mai et dans la mainTu tiens l'fusil ou bien l' canonA l'heur' de la Révolution
ParisY a tes peintres qui t'font des couleursDes piqu'assiettes qui n'ont pas peurD'impressionner dans les salonsTime is Monet ou Valadon
ParisT'as tant d'amour dans tes chansonsQu'parfois on en perd la raisonQu'on se les siffle à tout bout d'champEt parfois mêm' aux enterr'ments

English translation :

PARIS
ParisYour heart is in Notre DameBut love, it’s in rue d’AmsterdamWhere you buy it for peanuts
ParisYour head is nestled in the cloudsThe Eiffel Tower and its three storiesWhich sparkle as night fallsIf ever you looking on the dark side
ParisYour feet on the bank of the SeineWhere sadness drowns when you’re in painUnder waves of melancholyTo the sound of the barrel organ
Paris,Your ears are blockedBecause of the trafficYou’re no longer twenty and in your voiceI you think about itIt’s no longer you
ParisYour lungs are in the Bois de VincennesAnd in the Bois de Boulogne these creaturesWho breeze a perfume of loveWhich will not last forever
ParisIn your veins there’s the metro striving
To circulate your populationCrushed together in the early morningOn their way to work
ParisYour guts are in the Latin QuarterWhen the month of May comes aroundPistol in your hand or even the canonAt the hour of the Revolution
ParisPainters fill you with coloursScroungers

unafraidTo make an impression in the salonsTime is Monet or Valadon
ParisSo much love in your songsSometimes loosing our heads in themWhistling them at every turnAnd sometimes even at funerals

The light is dimmed and so is your lookYou can’t ignore what’s coming in your arms Everything is broken in this old room
We must erase the evidence of this crimeA velvet ribbon
The sulfurous bond of our love
A velvet ribbon
Crossing hearts through the color of your skin A velvet ribbon
To tie your love to mine and
A velvet ribbon
Keep a memory through timeBodies exhausted
Sweat on your skin
I can see the shivers beading like waves on her I think we found our common ground
We can’t ignore that love is in our armsA velvet ribbon
The sulfurous bond of our love
A velvet ribbon
Crossing hearts through the color of your skinA velvet ribbon
The sulfurous bond of our love
A velvet ribbon
Crossing hearts through the color of your skin A velvet ribbon
To tie your love to mine and
A velvet ribbon
Keep a memory through time

Now i feel the space in betweenThe wall and the car i'm inIt smells the tyre slowly burningI can hear the songI guess it could be anything

Then i open the window paneI pray the light the sparkling lightThat shines upon the grassMy chaperon oh oh

And i smell the rain on the coatShe left when we changed the roadAll those things i never saidAnd it comes todayI guess the scenes could be replayed

Then i open the window paneI pray the light the sparkling lightThat shines upon the grassMy chaperon oh oh

Come and stop at the station by the seaA good land where the rivers goHey i want to knowPlease i'd like to knowThis place where we could collapse
And wake up all new

And i eat all the berries on my wayUntil ohUntil it stains

Then i open the window paneI pray the light the sparkling lightThat shines upon the grassMy chaperon oh oh

Come and stop at the station by the seaA good land where the rivers goHey i want to knowPlease i'd like to knowThis place where we could collapse
And wake up all new

I never though I would say
I miss you, the love
But we're through

When the blackbird in the Spring,
On the willow tree,
Sat and rocked, I heard him sing,
Singing Aura Lea.

Aura Lea, Aura Lea,
Maid with golden hair;
Sunshine came along with thee,
And swallows in the air.

In thy blush the rose was born,
Music, when you spake,
Through thine azure eye the morn,
Sparkling seemed to break.

Aura Lea, Aura Lea,
Birds of crimson wing,
Never song have sung to me,
As in that sweet spring.

Swing through winter fitfully,
On the stormy air.

Yet if thy blue eyes I see,
Gloom will soon depart;
For to me, sweet Aura Lea
Is sunshine through the heart.

When the mistletoe was green,
Midst the winter's snows,
Sunshine in thy face was seen,
Kissing lips of rose.

Aura Lea, Aura Lea,
Take my golden ring;
Love and light return with thee,
And swallows with the spring.

FR:

Quand le merle au printemps
Sur le saule pleureur
S’assit et se balança, je l’entendis chanter,
Il chantait Aura Lea Aura Lea Aura Lea
Demoiselle aux cheveux d’or
Le soleil arriva avec vous
Et les hirondelles volaient
La rose naquit en rougissant
La musique quand vous parliez
Dans ton œil d’azur
Le matin étincelant sembla se lever.

Aura Lea Aura Lea Aura Lea
Les oiseaux aux ailes écarlates
N’ont jamais chanté comme
En ce doux printemps
Aura Lea Aura Lea Aura Lea
Tangue dans l’air turbulant d’hiver.

Mais si je vois tes yeux bleus
Mon cafard partira bientôt
Car pour moi douce Aura Lea
Est le soleil qui transperce le cœur

Aura Lea Aura Lea Aura Lea
Quand le gui était vert
Parmi les neiges d’hiver
On voyait le soleil sur ton visage
Embrasser les lèvres roses.

Aura Lea Aura Lea Aura Lea
Prenez mon anneau d’or
L’amour et la lumière reviennent avec vous