On croise à ParisDe Montmartre à Saint LouisDes amours transis sous un même parapluieOn les voit qui s'enlacent sur le pont des Arts,On les voit qui s'embrassentSur un quai de gare.

Paris, encore, Paris, toujours,Petits trésors et grand amour.Paris, encore, Paris, toujours,Paris, la nuit, Paris, le jour.

Emmène moi au bal que l'on donne à minuit,Fais-moi voir les étoiles, dansons tout' la nuitSous cent mille lumières,Fais-moi tourner encore,Fais-moi quitter la terre pour des nuages d'or

English translation :
PARIS TOUJOURS
In Paris from Montmartre to Saint LouisWe see lovers fixed under a single umbrellaWe see them entwined on the Pont des Arts,We see them kiss
On a station platform

Paris again, Paris alwaysLittle treasures and great loveParis again, Paris alwaysParis by night, Paris by day
Take me to the midnight ball,let me see the stars, let’s dance all night long‘neath a hundred thousand lightsSpin me around againMake me quit this earth for clouds of gold

Les gens de ma sorteSont de vrais amoursSur le pas d’ leur porteIls vous disent «
Bonjour
!
»«
Hello
! Tu viens chéri
?
»«
Tu seras mon homme
»«
Là-haut dans mon p’tit nid
»«
Tu pourras admirer Paris
»Les gens de ma sorteOnt un p’tit béguin

Pour les gens qui portentLe «
chic parisien
»Pour faire des foliesUne douce ivresse
:Le Paradis des petites femmes de Paris
Sur les Champs-ElyséesTout près des quais de la SeineAu comptoir des cafésAux abords du Bois d’VincennesOn peut les voir passerTrès

coquettes elles se promènentMon Dieu qu’elles sont joliesMais moi j’vous l’dit
:
Les gens de ma sorteOnt des rendez-vousQui parfois rapportentExtrêmement beaucoupQuand dîner sur l’boul’vardD’vient une habitudeOn n
‘a plus le cafardEt les idées comme du café noirLes gens de ma sorteRêvent de bijouxQue les Dames portentAutour de leur couEt si cela finitAdieu la richesse...Je veux aller là où mon cœur me conduitAu Paradis des petites femmes de Paris

English translation :
LES PETITES FEMMES DE PARIS
People like meAre proper dearsOn their door stepThey say
«
Allo darlin’ fancy a bit?”“you’ll be my man
»”Up their in my little nest”“You can admire Paris”People like me
Take a fancyTo people who wear“Parisian chic”So are folliesAre bathed in sweet inebriation:The paradise of the little ladies of Paris

On the Champs ElyséesRight by the quays of the SeineIn the café barsTo the edges of the Bois de VincennesWe see them go bySo coquettish as they walkMy word how pretty they areBut I must tell you people like meHave rendez-vousWhich sometimesBring in a lot of moneyWhen we become accustomedTo dining on the boulevardWe lose the bluesAnd thoughts as black as café noir.People like me
Dream of jewelsThat grand ladies wearAround their necksAnd, dream over,Farewell richness…I want to go where my heart leads meTo the paradise of the little ladies of Paris

A bit of fire

To keep up warm
And when the sun don't shine
I'll love you more

A little bit of fun
Is all we need
A little bit of time
Is good for me

And just a little bit of you
A little bit of you
And just a little bit of you
A little bit of you

A little bit of fairytale In every day
And when it rains
That's still ok

A little bit of ‘Oooooh’
Can make you smile
A little bit of ‘Aaaaah’
Keeps us alive

And just a little bit of you
A little bit of you
And just a little bit of you
A little bit of you

And just a little bit of you ooh
A little bit of you
And just a little bit of you ooh
A little bit of you

And just a little bit of you ooh ooh ooh ooh
A little bit of you ooh ooh ooh ooh
A little bit of you ooh ooh ooh ooh
A little bit of you ooh ooh ooh ooh
A little bit of you

It was like this way back when
Hanging out as friends

It’s funny to think that, it’s funny to think back

Hopes and dreams were in everything

When we could see clearly, when we could breathe freely

Time goes go like a moving sky

It’s funny to think that we were both secretly hoping
That we would end up like roses



You make me feel like singin’ singin’ oh

You make me feel like “this this” oh

And dream away, that we would end up like roses

You make me feel like singin’ singin’ oh

You make me feel like “this this” oh

And dream away, that we would end up like roses



I had to wait for things to change

It was kinda strange

Nobody was listening, because you were missing

We needed space

In a better place

All these emotions, like waves in the ocean

Far away wishing you could stay

It’s funny to think that we were both secretly hoping
It was on the horizon




You make me feel like singin’ singin’ oh

You make me feel like “this this” oh

And dream away, that we would end up like roses


You make me feel like singin’ singin’ oh

You make me feel like “this this” oh

And dream away, that we would end up like roses



Like Roses Like Roses
Like Roses Like Roses




You make me feel like singin’ singin’ oh

You make me feel like “this this” oh

And dream away, that we would end up like roses

You make me feel like singin’ singin’ oh

You make me feel like “this this” oh

And dream away, that we would end up like roses