Catherine Deneuve — Paris Paris song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Paris Paris" by Catherine Deneuve.
Lyrics
Paris Paris
I feel love, Paris Paris
Love to love, Paris Paris
Feelings so close to my heart
Barman dans le shaker, d'abord de l'élégance
Un trait de Sacré-Coeur et deux doigts de Doisneau
Une Piaf, quelques moineaux
et Joséphine Baker...
Là une dose de Prévert, mais sans raton-laveur
Prenons un dernier verre près du Bateau-Lavoir
Une Simone de Beauvoir et deux singes en hiver...
Last night was made for love
Mettez trois notes de jazz dans un Quartier Latin
Un menu sur l'ardoise au fond d'un bar-tabac
Et la résille d'un bas sur un genou qu'on croise
Will you?
Oh Babe, just take my frozen hands
and hear me say
Don't let me turn to sand and blow away
Through this crowded desert called Paris
Paris Paris
I feel love, Paris Paris
Love to love, Paris Paris
Feelings so close to my heart
Un zeste de Javanaise, un tour de
Moulin Rouge et deux de Notre-Dame
Nappé de macadam, décoré d'un chaland
D'Anvers ou d'Amsterdam,
un canal, Arletty
Where are you?
Oh Babe, just hold this lonely fan
and hear him say
Don't let me turn to sand and blow away
Through this crowded desert called Paris
Arletty sans doute la seule femme
qui pouvait lui dire « Paname »
Paris Paris
I feel love, Paris Paris
Love to love, Paris Paris
Feelings so close to my heart
Mettez trois notes de jazz dans un Quartier Latin
Un menu sur l'ardoise au fond d'un bar-tabac
Et la résille d'un bas sur un genou qu'on croise
― Sing away, Catherine
― Sing away Paris Paris
No I can't
― We will never part these feelings
Saupoudrez, pour finir, de poussière du métro
Mais n'en prenez pas trop, Paris perdrait son âme
Lyrics translation
Paris Paris I feel love, Paris Paris Love to love, Paris Paris Feelings so close to my heart Barman in the shaker, first of elegance a trait of Sacré-Coeur and two fingers of Doisneau a Piaf, a few sparrows and Joséphine Baker...
There a dose of Prevert, but without raccoon let's have a last drink near the boat-wash a Simone de Beauvoir and two monkeys in winter...
Last night was made for love put three notes of jazz in a Latin Quarter a menu on the slate at the bottom of a tobacco bar and the fishnet of a stocking on a knee that we Cross Will you?
Oh Babe, just take my frozen hands and hear me say don't let me turn to sand and blow away through this crowded desert called Paris Paris Paris I feel love, Paris Paris Love to love, Paris Paris Feelings so close to my heart UN Zeste De Javanaise, un tour de Moulin Rouge et deux de Notre-Dame napped de macadam, décor d'un barge d'anvers ou d'amber, un canal, Arletty Where are you?
Oh Babe, just hold this lonely fan and hear him say don't let me turn to sand and blow away through this crowded desert called Paris Arletty no doubt the only woman who could tell him "Paname" Paris Paris I feel love, Paris Paris Love to love, Paris Paris Feelings so close to my heart put three notes of jazz in a Latin Quarter a menu on the slate at the bottom of a tobacco bar and the fishnet bottom on a knee that we cross-sing away, Catherine ― sing Away Paris Paris No I can't ― we will never part these feelings sprinkle, to finish, with dust from the metro but do not take too much, Paris would lose its soul