You say write me a song that’s never been sungOh I’ll do my best with theserecycled expressions on the tip of my tonguetired out chords, give it a rest
My mama said no one’s the sameand her mama told her that toowell I guess it’s not an unfair claimbut all I know is deja vu
Because it’s old news, I hate to break it to yaOld news, but I’m sure you already knowThat what I say tomorrowwell it’s just something borrowedIt’s old news
But nobody’s got a love like we doSo much more than hearts and glitterNo you just can’t compare us toThose other couples you see on twitter…No, it’s really not, it’s
I know it may seem redundant
But really why would I try?Because though words may be abundantEach one’s been wrung out dry
We’re all just looking for greased moldsTo slide easily intoAnd do what you’re told
they don’t care what you’ve been throughAfter all, somebody somewhereHas known what you’ve knownSeen what you’ve seenFelt what you’ve felt

And now it’s
Old news, I hate to break it to youOld news, but I’m sure you already know
That what I say tomorrowWell it’s just something borrowedIt’s old news
Hate to break it to youOld news, but I’m sure you already know
That what I say tomorrowwell it’s just something borrowedIt’s old news

I’ve been down and under
don’t know what’s going onI’ve been down and under
don’t know what I’m doing wrongAin’t no use in trying to get back up on my feet‘cause I’ve been down and under so long
Heard from my baby yesterdayhe said that he’s doing fineheard from my baby yesterdayhe said he’s doing fineso damn hard to hear him smile I nearly lost my mind‘cause I’ve been down and under so long
Been looking for good companyto help me clear my headI’ve been looking for good company
to help me clear my headOne more night by my own side won’t get me out of bed‘cause I’ve been down and under so long
They told me just to wait it outthese blues will come and gotold me just to wait it outthese blues will come and gobut days keep getting colder and the sun don’t seem to show‘cause I’ve been down and under so long
I’ve been down and under
don’t know what’s going onI’ve been down and under
don’t know what I’m doing wrongAin’t no use in trying to get back up on my feet‘cause I’ve been down and under so long

ParisT'as l'palpitant à Notre-DameMais l'Amour c'est rue d'AmsterdamQu'on l'achète, pour des picaillons,Mêm' à c'prix là parfois c'est bon
ParisT'as la tête au creux des nuagesLa Tour Eiffel et trois étagesQui scintillent quand arriv' le soirDès fois qu'tu vois tout trop en noir
ParisT'as les pieds au bord de la SeineOù s'noie l’chagrin quand t’as d’la peineSous des vagues de mélancolieAu son des orgu' de Barbarie
ParisT’as les esgourd' qu’ont des bouchonsA caus' de la circulationT’as plus vingt berges et dans ta voixQuand tu gamberges ça n’est plus toi

ParisT'as les poumons dans l' Bois d'VincennesDans l’Bois d'Boulogne des phénomènesQui respirent un parfum d’amour
Qui ne durera pas toujours

ParisDans tes veines y a l'métro qui ramePour écouler tous les quidamsQui s'serrent les coudes au p'tit matinPour s'faufiler jusqu'au turbin
ParisT’as les tripes au Quartier LatinQuand vient l’mois d’Mai et dans la mainTu tiens l'fusil ou bien l' canonA l'heur' de la Révolution
ParisY a tes peintres qui t'font des couleursDes piqu'assiettes qui n'ont pas peurD'impressionner dans les salonsTime is Monet ou Valadon
ParisT'as tant d'amour dans tes chansonsQu'parfois on en perd la raisonQu'on se les siffle à tout bout d'champEt parfois mêm' aux enterr'ments

English translation :

PARIS
ParisYour heart is in Notre DameBut love, it’s in rue d’AmsterdamWhere you buy it for peanuts
ParisYour head is nestled in the cloudsThe Eiffel Tower and its three storiesWhich sparkle as night fallsIf ever you looking on the dark side
ParisYour feet on the bank of the SeineWhere sadness drowns when you’re in painUnder waves of melancholyTo the sound of the barrel organ
Paris,Your ears are blockedBecause of the trafficYou’re no longer twenty and in your voiceI you think about itIt’s no longer you
ParisYour lungs are in the Bois de VincennesAnd in the Bois de Boulogne these creaturesWho breeze a perfume of loveWhich will not last forever
ParisIn your veins there’s the metro striving
To circulate your populationCrushed together in the early morningOn their way to work
ParisYour guts are in the Latin QuarterWhen the month of May comes aroundPistol in your hand or even the canonAt the hour of the Revolution
ParisPainters fill you with coloursScroungers

unafraidTo make an impression in the salonsTime is Monet or Valadon
ParisSo much love in your songsSometimes loosing our heads in themWhistling them at every turnAnd sometimes even at funerals

Tu n’as pas su m’aimerComme l’on doit aimerEst-ce un refrain de poète
Qui t’a fait perdre la tête
?Le temps passe et pourtantMalgré moi je t’attendsEt dans Montmartre la nuit
Levant les yeux je me dis
:
Tant que tournerontLes ailes en rond,Du Moulin de la GaletteMon cœur chantera,Comme auprès de toi,La chanson des jours de fêteQuand dans le faubourgLes yeux pleins d’amourSur moi tu posais la têteQu'elles sont joliesBrillant dans la nuitLes ailes du Paradis

Depuis ce jour mauditJe traîne dans ParisEt dans le moindre visage

Je recherche ton imageLes jours semblent si longsQu' au fil des rues sans nom
Si le cafard me chahuteJe regarde vers la Butte

English translation :
Moulin de La Galette
You couldn’t love meLike you should
Is it with the poet’s refrainThat you lost your head?Time goes by and stillI wait for you despite myselfAnd in Montmartre at nightRaising my eyes I say to myself:
As long as
Windmill blades of the of the Moulin de La Galette
shall turnMy heart will singLike when I am near youThe song of the feast daysWhen in the faubourgEyes full of loveYou leant your head on mineHow pretty they areShining in the nightThese wings of Paradise
Since this accursed dayI roam the streets of ParisAnd every faceI seek your reflectionThese days seem so longthat on street after nameless streetIf the blues takes holdI look toward la Butte (of Montmartre)

Les jambes des femmesSont des ciseauxElles tranchent la vieEn petits morceauxComme des becs d’oiseaux enivrésVolant au-dessus de la mer
Moi j’aime avoir les pieds sur terreRacines au sol et tête en l’airPour contempler le ciel d’azurEt le spectacle de ces fruits murs
Les mains des femmesDes papillonsElles parlent et jouentCaressent aussiElles sont des griffes de lionnes sauvagesTiennent la vie
Et les hommes aussi
Ma chère MadeleineN’est pas comme çaDe ces dix doigts
M’étreint le cœurSes belles gambettesSont toujours prêtes
Pour une ballade
A bicyclette

English translation :
Les Jambes des Femmes
Ladies’s legs
Are scissorsThey cut life upInto little piecesLike beaks of drunken birdsFlying over the sea

Myself, I like having my feet on the groundRooted to the soil and my head in the cloudsTo contemplate the azur skyAnd the spectacle of ripened fruits
Ladies’ handsAre butterfliesThey talk and playAnd caress
They are the claws of wild lionessesGripping lifeAnd, at the same time, men
My dear MadeleineIs that not howThese ten fingersTighten my heartHer beautiful legsAre always

readyFor a bicycle ride

I donʼt really know what it is Iʼm supposed to do

My friends they go quiet when conversation turns to you

They said I should go out and just find somebody new

Thatʼs just their point of view
But

Iʼd rather just wait on you




We go up and we go down like lovers often do

Sometimes itʼs bliss

Sometimes itʼs blue

People like to comment but they just donʼt have a clue

Thatʼs just their point of view

But Iʼd rather just wait on you

Maybe later in the night time

When the town has gone to sleep

You could call me on the coastline

We could speak

You could ask me where Iʼve been

I can ask you where you are

We could dance around the reason

Weʼre so far



Ooo thereʼs nothing we can do

But hold on

A little bit longe
Weʼll be with each other soon




Then I woke up in the morning

Had at a dream that you were here

I could feel myself falling

And it became clear




Ooo thereʼs nothing we can do

But hold on

A little bit longer

A little bit longer

Weʼll be with each other

Weʼll be with each other soon