Georges Guétary — Mon paris song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Mon paris" by Georges Guétary.
Lyrics
Sur le parvis de Notre-Dame
Un vieillard disait, tout attendri:
Paris, vous l’appelez Paname,
Mais de mon temps, Paris c'était Paris !
Traverser l’eau c'était un long voyage
Nous n’avions pas de métro ni d’autocars
Paris semblait un grand village
Qu’on était bien sur les boulevards.
Ah ! Qu’il était beau mon village,
Mon Paris, notre Paris
On n’y parlait qu’un seul langage,
Ça suffisait pour être compris !
Les amoureux n’allaient pas
Se cacher dans les cinémas,
Ayant certes beaucoup mieux que ça:
Y s’bécottaient sur un banc
Et les moineaux gentiment
Sur les branches en faisaient autant !
Ah ! Qu’il était beau mon village,
Mon Paris, notre Paris !
Les femmes portaient des dentelles
Et surtout d’adorables froufrous,
Et quand on marchait derrière elles
Fallait deviner ce qu’il y avait par dessous !
Elles ne montraient que le bout de leurs bottines
Mais aussitôt qu’y se mettait à pleuvoir
Elles se retroussaient les coquines…
Pour la pluie, non… pour se faire voir !
Ah ! Qu’il était beau mon village,
Mon Paris, notre Paris
On n’y parlait qu’un seul langage,
Ça suffisait pour être compris !
On y dansait la polka,
La valse et la mazurka.
C'était peut-être un peu bêta !
Mais la danseuse et le danseur
Y mettaient tant de candeur,
Que c'était peut-être le vrai bonheur…
Ah ! Qu’il était beau mon village,
Mon Paris, notre Paris !
Quand pour se donner du bien-être
On voulait respirer de l’air pur,
On se mettait à sa fenêtre:
C'était moins cher que la Côte d’Azur.
Et l’on faisait grimper des capucines
On aspergeait le soir tous les balcons.
Et l’on disait à sa voisine:
Faites-moi voir vos rhododendrons !
Ah ! Qu’il était beau mon village,
Mon Paris, notre Paris
On n’y parlait qu’un seul langage,
Ça suffisait pour être compris !
On ne faisait pas du cent-vingt,
On cultivait son jardin
Ou la femme de son voisin …
On avait le cœur content
Et quand revenait le printemps
Tout le monde avait vingt ans !
Ah ! Qu’il était beau mon village,
Mon Paris, notre Paris !
Lyrics translation
On the court of Notre-Dame
An old man said, All Tender:
Paris, you call it Paname,
But in my day, Paris was Paris !
Crossing the water was a long journey
We didn't have a subway or buses
Paris seemed like a big village
That we were good on the boulevards.
Ah! That it was beautiful my village,
My bet, our bet
There was only one language spoken,
That was enough to be understood !
Lovers did not go
Hiding in cinemas,
Having certainly much better than that:
There were snuggling on a bench
And sparrows kindly
On the branches did the same !
Ah! That it was beautiful my village,
My bet, our bet !
Women wore lace
And especially lovely frilly,
And when we walked behind them
You had to guess what was underneath !
They showed only the tip of their boots
But as soon as it started to rain
They rolled up the naughty ones…
For the rain, no ... to be seen !
Ah! That it was beautiful my village,
My bet, our bet
There was only one language spoken,
That was enough to be understood !
We used to dance the polka,
The Waltz and the mazurka.
Maybe it was a bit beta !
But the dancer and the dancer
They put so much candor,
That maybe it was true happiness…
Ah! That it was beautiful my village,
My bet, our bet !
When to give yourself well-being
We wanted to breathe clean air,
We were standing at his window:
It was cheaper than the French Riviera.
And we were climbing nasturtiums
We sprinkled all the balconies at night.
And they said to her neighbor:
Let me see your rhododendrons !
Ah! That it was beautiful my village,
My bet, our bet
There was only one language spoken,
That was enough to be understood !
We weren't doing a hundred and twenty.,
We were cultivating his garden
Or his neighbor's wife …
We had a happy heart
And when spring came
Everyone was twenty years old !
Ah! That it was beautiful my village,
My bet, our bet !