Benjamin Biolay - Paris, Paris
Paris, Paris by Benjamin BiolayA l'école de la survie
Moins tu pleures et moins tu ris
Moins tu frappes plus tu cries
Si tu prends sur ta personne
Alors tu n'es plus personne
Et la vie te rettrappe et s'enfuit
Chaque soir retombe la nuit
Ton voisin joue "Louie Louie"
Tu penses aux mots qu'on n'a pas dit
Tu détestes Paris, Paris
Chaque soir retombe la nuit
Que la foule est jeune et jolie
Quand on est seul et incompris
Dans les rues de Paris, Paris
Paris, Paris...
Dans le verre où tu te noies
Tu vois des milliers d'éclatsBenjamin Biolay - Paris, Paris - http://motolyrics.com/benjamin-biolay/paris-paris-lyrics-english-translation.html
Des méduses de combat
Tu vois de millions d'étoiles
Rien ne te semble anormal
Mais ça t'use, et tu ruses quelquefois
Chaque soir retombe la nuit
Ton voisin joue "Louie Louie"
Tu penses aux mots qu'on n'a pas dit
Tu détestes Paris, Paris
Chaque soir retombe la nuit
Tu te sers un Bloody Mary
Tu deviens ton propre sosie
Dans les rues de Paris, Paris
Chaque soir retombe la nuit
Ton voisin joue "Louie Louie"
Tu penses aux mots qu'on a pas dit
Tu détestes Paris, Paris
Paris, Paris...
Benjamin Biolay - Paris, Paris (English translation)
In the school of survival,
The less you cry, the less you laugh
The less you hit, the more you scream
If you keep this to yourself
Then you're not anyone anymore
And life catches up with you and runs away
Every evening, when the night falls
You neighbour plays "Louis, Louis"
You think about the words which were not said
You hate Paris, Paris
Every evening, when the night falls
When the crowd is young and pretty
When you're alone and misunderstood
In the streets of Paris, Paris
Paris, Paris
In the glass in which you're drowning
You see thousands of shardsBenjamin Biolay - Paris, Paris - http://motolyrics.com/benjamin-biolay/paris-paris-lyrics-english-translation.html
Of jellyfish, of battles
You see millions of stars
Nothing looks abnormal to you
But it wears you out and you trick, sometimes
Every evening, when the night falls
You neighbour plays "Louis, Louis"
You think about the words which were not said
You hate Paris, Paris
Every evening, when the night falls
You pour yourself a Bloody Mary
You turn into your own look-alike
In the streets of Paris, Paris
Every evening, when the night falls
You neighbour plays "Louis, Louis"
You think about the words which were not said
You hate Paris, Paris