Bruxelles
Angèle
Brussels
We don't have the New York towers
We don't have daylight six months a year
We don't have Beaubourg or the Seine
We're not the city of love
But well, you see
And surely from tonight
The sky will cover a storm
But after the storm, with beers
People will party
Brussels, I love you
Brussels, I love you
I missed you
Brussels, I love you
Brussels, I love you
You're my favorite
Brussels, I love you
Brussels, I love you
I missed you
You're the most beautiful
Yes, you're the most beautiful
Paris calls me when I want to go home
When the gray sky and rain are missing
I feel better when I see you
Cities are beautiful, but I only think of you
When my country and my city are missing
I don't forget you
We don't have the longest of all stories
We know, we haven't always won
And usually, I have the attitude even if it's hard to keep hope
When we're not the first
The Marolles, Flagey, Saint-Gilles, Laeken, to whom I owe my name
Brussels, I love you
Brussels, I love you
I missed you
Brussels, I love you
Brussels, I love you
You're my favorite
Brussels, I love you
Brussels, I love you
I missed you
You're the most beautiful
Yes, you're the most beautiful
Paris calls me when I want to go home
When the gray sky and rain are missing
I feel better when I see you
Cities are beautiful, but I only think of you
When my country and my city are missing
I don't forget you
And if one day, it separates and we have to choose a side
It would be the worst nightmare, all for a language story
I have lived my most beautiful stories, in French and in Flemish
Let me say it in Flemish, thank you Brussels for my name
And if one day it separates and we have to choose a side
It would be the worst nightmare, all for a language story
I have lived my most beautiful stories, in French and in Flemish
Let me say it in Flemish, thank you Brussels
Brussels, I love you
Brussels, I love you
I missed you
Brussels, I love you
Brussels, I love you
You're my favorite
Brussels, I love you
Brussels, I love you
I missed you
You're the most beautiful
Yes, you're the most beautiful
Paris calls me when I want to go home
When the gray sky and rain are missing
I feel better when I see you
Cities are beautiful, but I only think of you
When my country and my city are missing
I don't forget you
Paris calls me when I want to go home
When the gray sky and rain are missing
I feel better when I see you
Cities are beautiful, but I only think of you
When my country and my city are missing
I don't forget you
