Les Amants de Paris

The lovers of Paris lay on my song
In Paris, lovers love each other in their own way
The refrains I tell them
Are more beautiful than the beautiful days
It creates lots of springs
And spring makes love
My verse got lost
On the edges of a garden
They never gave it back to me
And yet, I know well
That the lovers of Paris
Stole my songs
In Paris, lovers have strange ways

The lovers of Paris meet at Robinson
When they score points
With accordion strokes
The lovers of Paris will change seasons
While dragging by the hand
My little bit of song
There's plenty of gold, plenty of lilacs
And eyes to see them
Usually that's how
Stories begin
The lovers of Paris meet at Robinson
In Paris, lovers have strange ways

I have the chain of love
At the end of my two hands
There are millions of lovers
And I have only one refrain
All around you can see
Guys from all over the world
Who would gladly give up spring
To come and line up
For them it's not much
Because beautiful months of May
I've stuck them everywhere
In their calendars
The lovers of Paris have worn out my songs
In Paris, lovers love each other in their own way

Give me songs
So we can love in Paris