Energetic, summery, fun. Upbeat bass with carefree brass melodies and Energetic, summery, fun. Upbeat bass with carefree brass melodies and confident male vocals are joined by playful electronic beats. Dancehall / basement with a ska vibe, building to positive and happy peaks.
Energetic, summery, fun. Upbeat bass with carefree brass melodies are Energetic, summery, fun. Upbeat bass with carefree brass melodies are joined by playful electronic beats. Dancehall / basement with a ska vibe, building to positive and happy peaks.
Energetic, summery, fun. Upbeat bass with carefree brass melodies are Energetic, summery, fun. Upbeat bass with carefree brass melodies are joined by playful electronic beats. Dancehall / basement with a ska vibe, building to positive and happy peaks. Stripped back underscore version.
Gentle, ticking & carefree piano intro evolving with strings, Gentle, ticking & carefree piano intro evolving with strings, marimba, ethnic flute & percussion in an optimistic attitude. Majestic & victorious ending with choir @ 1'26.
Lazy, carefree & exotic in a Carribean mood. Acoustic & electric Lazy, carefree & exotic in a Carribean mood. Acoustic & electric guitars, flute & percussion.
-On va faire un tour?-Moi j’vais m’baigner elle est bonne.-Oh y’a un beau magasin de souvenirs ici!-On s’met pépère on s’met à l’aise!-Y’a un magasin de gaufres un magasin de chichis…-C’est pas tous les jours qu’on peut en profiter hein!-Moi je prépare le barbeuc.
On va boire un coup?On s’mange un truc?On va boire un coup?On s’mange un truc.
-On s’balade on r’garde les menus-On s’écoute un peu d’musique?-Moi j’vais faire du thé, qui qu’en veut?-Il sent trop bon ton gâteau maman!
On va boire un truc?On s’mange une crêpe?On va boire un coup?On s’mange un truc.On va boire un truc?On s’mange une crêpe?On va boire un coup?J’vous paie un truc, j’vous paie un truc.
Upbeat, quirky, atmospheric. Propulsive, playful bass and drums are Upbeat, quirky, atmospheric. Propulsive, playful bass and drums are joined by bright, playful Balalaika melodies and curious accordion, carried along with handclaps. Traditional Baltic folk cue to get you dancing, with a mysterious gypsy jazz feel.
Upbeat, quirky, atmospheric. Propulsive, playful bass and drums are Upbeat, quirky, atmospheric. Propulsive, playful bass and drums are joined by bright, playful Balalaika melodies and curious accordion, carried along with handclaps. Traditional Baltic folk cue to get you dancing, with a mysterious gypsy jazz feel.
Emotive, nostalgic, light. Innocent strummed Balalaika is joined by Emotive, nostalgic, light. Innocent strummed Balalaika is joined by warm guitar. Minimal and gentle Baltic bed with heartwarming melodies and a vintage gramophone feel. Dramatic and elegant B Section from 01:59 introduces sophisticated strings and timpani for a courtly, graceful, uplifting and rousing finale with a feeling of triumph.
Emotive, nostalgic, light. Innocent strummed Balalaika is joined by Emotive, nostalgic, light. Innocent strummed Balalaika is joined by warm guitar. Sophisticated strings with heartwarming melodies and timpani introduce a courtly, graceful, uplifting and triumphant feel.
Disco / funk. Danceable, joyful & groovy. Female singer, electric Disco / funk. Danceable, joyful & groovy. Female singer, electric keyboard, string section, bass & rhythm.歌词
Get up on the floorJust what you feelYou know ,i'm for realYou can boogie boogie no more You feel feels rightAnd music tightOn the disco night Disco disco night Tell me what you wantLove me love me trueYou say , I don't knowI don't want, don't want to leave you, You feel feels rightAnd music tightOn the disco night Disco disco night Get up on the floorJust what you feelYou know ,i'm for realYou can boogie boogie no more You feel feels rightAnd music tightOn the disco night Disco disco night Tell me what you wantLove me love me trueYou say, I don't knowI don't want, don't want to leave you, X2
Song sung in French. 50's. Paris. Exhilarating & sentimental. Female Song sung in French. 50's. Paris. Exhilarating & sentimental. Female singer, piano, strings & guitar.歌词
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
Song sung in French. 60's & 70's Cabaret. Mischievous & joyful. Song sung in French. 60's & 70's Cabaret. Mischievous & joyful. Female singer & small orchestra.歌词
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
Song sung in French. 50's. Paris. Waltz. Romantic & moving. Female Song sung in French. 50's. Paris. Waltz. Romantic & moving. Female singer, accordion & small ensemble.歌词
Il y aura toujours un p'tit air de rengaineAu fond d'une cour, sur les bords de la SeineUn refrain qui conjugue l'amourEt puisLes amants de ParisIl y aura toujours une frêle guinguettePour danser à deux, pour s'aimer en cachetteUn hôtel à trois pas du faubourgOù l'on confond la nuit et le jour Il est au fin fond d’une impasseUne maison où l'on s'enlaceA l'abri des sombres regardsDes bourgeois qui passent le soirIl n'y a même pas de terrasseMais chacun y trouve sa placeEt dans un coin l'accordéonOffre alors à chacun sa chanson
English translation : There will always be There will always beA little old songIn a courtyard, on the banks of the SeineA refrain which bindsAmour with the lovers of ParisThere will always beA creaky guingetteTo dance together, to love in secretAn hotel stone’s throw from the faubourgWhen night and day entwine Down the end of an alleyA house where we entwineAway from the dark looksOf the bourgeoisie passing by in the eveningThere is not even a terraceBut everyone can find their placeAnd in a corner the accordionOffers each their song
