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

Rodolfo
O soave fanciulla, o dolce viso
di mite circonfuso alba lunar
in te, vivo ravviso il sogno
ch'io vorrei sempre sognar!
Mimì
Ah! tu sol comandi, amor!…
Rodolfo
Fremon già nell'anima
le dolcezze estreme,
nel bacio freme amor!
Mimì
Oh! come dolci scendono
le sue lusinghe al core…
tu sol comandi, amore!…
No, per pietà!
Rodolfo
Sei mia!
Mimì
V'aspettan gli amici…
Rodolfo
Già mi mandi via?
Mimì
Vorrei dir… ma non oso…
Rodolfo
Dì
Mimì
Se venissi con voi?
Rodolfo
Che?… Mimì?
Sarebbe così dolce restar qui.
C'è freddo fuori.
Mimì
Vi starò vicina!…
Rodolfo
E al ritorno?
Mimì
Curioso!
Rodolfo
Dammi il braccio, mia piccina.
Mimì
Obbedisco, signor!
Rodolfo
Che m'ami di'…
Mimì
Io t'amo!
Juntos
Amor! Amor! Amor!

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

Oh you might want to tell me if I’m wrong
You may wish to say before too long.
Save it till I’m done, cos’ you’re not the only one.
Oh everyone can tell me when I’m gone.

Oh you might hear of things you don’t agree
And you’ll form your own opinions about me.
Please save it till I’m done,
I can’t be the one they want.
Oh everyone can tell me when I’m gone.

Oh oh…

I took some time to wonder about life
I’d been hoping this year would turn out right.
You know there’s something more, yet you’ve seen this all before.
Maybe everyone will see this when I’m gone.

Oh oh…

It’s been a while since I last prayed to GodA departure from grace, I’d fallen hard.
With everything aside I really messed it up this time.
I hope everyone will save it till I’m done.

Oh oh…

I hope someday you’ll see I’m not who I used to be,
Then everyone can tell me when I’m gone