Mon paradis c'est Paris,Même quand il est gris,Des bords de Marne à la rue de Rivoli,Il y flott' un air de fête,Mon paradis c'est Paris.
Un parfum de bohême anime les faubourgs,On s'encanaille on s'aime, et jusqu'au petit jour,Belles Gueules et garçonnes, poètes et dandysOn ne refuse personne, pourvu qu'on aime la vie !

English translation :

MON PARADIS
My paradise is ParisEven on grey daysFrom the banks of the Marne to the rue de RivoliA festive tune floats on the airMy paradise is Paris
A scent of bohemia perfumes suburbsWe take chances, we make love till the first lights of dawnHandsome chaps and flappers, poets and dandiesAll welcome, so long as they are lovers of life

Quand nous chanterons le temps des cerises
Et gai rossignol et merle moqueur
Seront tous en fête
Les belles auront la folie en tête
Et les amoureux du soleil au cœur
Quand nous chanterons le temps des cerises
Sifflera bien mieux le merle moqueur

Mais il est bien court le temps des cerises
Où l'on s'en va deux cueillir en rêvant
Des pendants d'oreilles
Cerises d'amour aux robes pareilles
Tombant sous la feuille en gouttes de sang
Mais il est bien court le temps des cerises
Pendants de corail qu'on cueille en rêvantQuand vous en serez au temps des cerises
Si vous avez peur des chagrins d'amour
Evitez les belles
Moi qui ne crains pas les peines cruelles
Je ne vivrai point sans souffrir un jour
Quand vous en serez au temps des cerises
Vous aurez aussi des peines d'amourJ'aimerai toujours le temps des cerises
C'est de ce temps-là que je garde au cœur
Une plaie ouverte
Et Dame Fortune, en m'étant offerte
Ne pourra jamais fermer ma douleur
J'aimerai toujours le temps des cerises
Et le souvenir que je garde au cœur

English translation :
Cherry Time
When we will sing of the cherry timeAnd gay nightingale and mocking blackbirdWill all be happy as locksThe fair ladies will have folly in mindAnd lovers sunshine in their heartsWhen we will sing of the cherry timeThe mocking blackbird will chirp even better
But it’s quite short, the cherry timeWhen the two of us go dreaming as we pickCherry earingsCherries of love in matching dressesFalling under the leaves like drops of bloodBut it is quiet short, the cherry timeCoral pendants we pick while we dream
When you will be in the cherry timeAnd you’re afraid of love’s sadnessAvoid the fair ladiesI not fearing the cruel painsI will live not one day without sufferingWhen you will be in the cherry timeYou too will feel the sadness of love
I will always love the cherry timeIt’s from this time that I keep in my heartAn open woundAnd Lady Fortune being offered to meCould never relieve my painI will always love the cherry timeAnd the memory I keep in my heart

Just me and You
One out of two

Hello you’re the morning

Hello you’re the morning breeze
On my neck I felt a shiver
That’s how I knew it was getting colder

Your eyes are a little shiny
from the tears you keep on hiding
Nevermore
I see, you fear because of me
Not anymore

Oh you can’t lay off of me.
My ways keep you waiting.
Leave or call me
Oh you can’t lay off of me.
This way, leave or call me
Leave or call me

I need you and I need some time
Have you see, the war isn't over
And I can fight
Fight on your side

You Rise
You Rise

Oh you can’t lay off of me.
My ways keep you waiting.
Leave or call me
Oh you can’t lay off of me.
This way, leave or call me
Leave or call me

Spotlights burn, the bass is tight
Sweat and rhythm in the velvet night
Didn’t come here lookin’ for romance
But you froze me with a single glance

One spark, the crowd went still
Like time slipped off the windowsill

You were there
In the heat, in the haze
Golden stare
Cutting through the purple blaze
Russian flame
In a crowd of masquerades
Girl, I knew
I knew right then
You weren’t just another face

I missed my cue, forgot the rhyme
You drank your drink like stolen time
Red lips glowed in neon rain
Moscow dreams runnin’ through my veins

And everything went off-track
But I wouldn’t take it back

You were there
In the heat, in the haze
Golden stare
Cutting through the purple blaze
Russian flame
In a crowd of masquerades
Girl, I knew
I knew right then
You weren’t just another face

Balalaika heartstrings hum
I feel the tremble in my drum
Dance, don’t stop, just one more chance To hold your fire in a glance