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I like to stroll along the grand boulevards
There are so many things, so many things
So many things to see
We just have to choose at random
We 'makes light bulbs
Zigzagging among the crowds
I like the huts and the bazaars
The stalls, the lotteries
And the talkative peddlers
Who tell you their lies
It makes the time pass
And you forget your blues
I'm not a million dollars
I'm a turner at Citroën
I can't treat myself to distractions
Every day of the week
Also, I have my little quirks
Which make me happy and cost nothing
So, as soon as work is finished
br/>I go between the Porte Saint-Denis
And the Boulevard desItaliens
I like to stroll on the grand boulevards
There are so many things, so many things
So many of things to see
We see great days of hope
Days of anger
Who bring out the popular
There vibrates the heart of Paris
Always ardent , sometimes rebellious
With its songs, its cries
And pretty moments of history
Are written everywhere along
Our grand boulevards
I like to stroll on the grand boulevards
Summer evenings when everyone
Like to stay up late
There is a chance of seeing
Two angelic eyes
That the followed to République
Then I found my little hotel
My room where the window overlooks
Onto a corner of the sky
From where a call comes to me
All the rumors, all the lights
Of the enchanting world
Of the grand boulevards