Je vous embrasse bien fort [English translation]

I’ve been told that Paris is magic,

That the most romantic of hearts

Have been stolen by its beauty, you know

Instead I had to see the more tragic side for sure

Where the poor survive on no money

On the sidewalk with their babies and their strollers.

From behind the scenes,

The back of the postcard,

Three million ants who are running

To the capital’s bosom.

The city’s lights

Will tell you its story;

They bring us a little hope.

Lots of love from Paris,

The metro is singing, the sky is grey

From the colour of the asphalt.

It’s not what I expected.

Lots of love from Paris.

Happy people aren’t from here.

Everyone is looking for their place

In the streets of Paris.

Everyone describes Paris to me

Like a pretty poem;

In Montmarte they sing bohemian;

Lovers kiss under the Eiffel Tower.

Instead I took the time to look, while walking in the city,

At the people branded by life,

The hope, in some of their eyes, has died.

Completely hidden from view,

The back of the postcard,

Three million ants who are running

To the capital’s bosom.

The city’s lights

Will tell you its story;

They bring us a little hope.

Lots of love from Paris,

The metro is singing, the sky is gray

From the colour of the asphalt.

It’s not what I expected.

Lots of love from Paris.

Happy people aren’t from here.

Everyone is looking for their place

In the streets of Paris.

I'm strolling to Paris,

I'm strolling to Paris,

I'm strolling to Paris

Lots of love from Paris,

The metro is singing, the sky is gray

From the colour of the asphalt.

It’s not what I expected.

Lots of love from Paris.

Happy people aren’t from here.

Everyone is looking for their place

In the streets of Paris.

In the streets of Paris,

Everyone is looking for their place

In the streets of Paris.

• Artist:Claudio Capéo
• Album:Claudio Capéo [2016]