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Mon paradis c'est Paris,Même quand il est gris,Des bords de Marne à la rue de Rivoli,Il y flott' un air de fête,Mon paradis c'est Paris.
Un parfum de bohême anime les faubourgs,On s'encanaille on s'aime, et jusqu'au petit jour,Belles Gueules et garçonnes, poètes et dandysOn ne refuse personne, pourvu qu'on aime la vie !

English translation :

MON PARADIS
My paradise is ParisEven on grey daysFrom the banks of the Marne to the rue de RivoliA festive tune floats on the airMy paradise is Paris
A scent of bohemia perfumes suburbsWe take chances, we make love till the first lights of dawnHandsome chaps and flappers, poets and dandiesAll welcome, so long as they are lovers of life

Now i feel the space in betweenThe wall and the car i'm inIt smells the tyre slowly burningI can hear the songI guess it could be anything

Then i open the window paneI pray the light the sparkling lightThat shines upon the grassMy chaperon oh oh

And i smell the rain on the coatShe left when we changed the roadAll those things i never saidAnd it comes todayI guess the scenes could be replayed

Then i open the window paneI pray the light the sparkling lightThat shines upon the grassMy chaperon oh oh

Come and stop at the station by the seaA good land where the rivers goHey i want to knowPlease i'd like to knowThis place where we could collapse
And wake up all new

And i eat all the berries on my wayUntil ohUntil it stains

Then i open the window paneI pray the light the sparkling lightThat shines upon the grassMy chaperon oh oh

Come and stop at the station by the seaA good land where the rivers goHey i want to knowPlease i'd like to knowThis place where we could collapse
And wake up all new

When the blackbird in the Spring,On the willow tree,Sat and rocked, I heard him sing,Singing Aura Lea.
Aura Lea, Aura Lea,Maid with golden hair;Sunshine came along with thee,And swallows in the air.
In thy blush the rose was born,Music, when you spake,Through thine azure eye the morn,Sparkling seemed to break.
Aura Lea, Aura Lea,Birds of crimson wing,Never song have sung to me,As in that sweet spring.
Swing through winter fitfully,On the stormy air.
Yet if thy blue eyes I see,Gloom will soon depart;For to me, sweet Aura LeaIs sunshine through the heart.
When the mistletoe was green,Midst the winter's snows,Sunshine in thy face was seen,Kissing lips of rose.
Aura Lea, Aura Lea,Take my golden ring;Love and light return with thee,And swallows with the spring.
FR:
Quand le merle au printempsSur le saule pleureurS’assit et se balança, je l’entendis chanter,Il chantait Aura Lea Aura Lea Aura LeaDemoiselle aux cheveux d’orLe soleil arriva avec vousEt les hirondelles volaientLa rose naquit en rougissantLa musique quand vous parliezDans ton œil d’azurLe matin étincelant sembla se lever.
Aura Lea Aura Lea Aura LeaLes oiseaux aux ailes écarlatesN’ont jamais chanté commeEn ce doux printempsAura Lea Aura Lea Aura LeaTangue dans l’air turbulant d’hiver.
Mais si je vois tes yeux bleusMon cafard partira bientôtCar pour moi douce Aura LeaEst le soleil qui transperce le cœur
Aura Lea Aura Lea Aura LeaQuand le gui était vertParmi les neiges d’hiverOn voyait le soleil sur ton visageEmbrasser les lèvres roses.
Aura Lea Aura Lea Aura LeaPrenez mon anneau d’orL’amour et la lumière reviennent avec vous