The barrel organs
Which played in the streets
Have sung of their loves
And then disappeared.
Alone, between its two walls,
A dark alley'
Go, slipping in the dark,
Find your boulevard.
A tender song
Which was not born yesterday
Makes you revive for a moment
br/>All those who loved each other
One, two, three little tricks.
The barrel organs
Know the magic well
Of the old streets of Paris .
The barrel organs,
They are not the great organs,
But their rusty refrains
Know how to sing so well.
Turn the crank,
Pieces of song,
In the shadow of the alleys,
The beautiful scores play.
While they shout
In the middle of the boulevard ,
Boys and girls
Dancing on the sidewalks
One, two, three little turns.
The barrel organs,
It's a symphony
For the streets of Paris.
The barrel organs
Have lost their music
by turning so hard
In the streets of Paris.
The years They have passed,
The refrains have aged,
But the organs of the past
Often haunt the night.
Sometimes two lovers,
When they love it very loudly,
Can hear them again
Play just for them
One, two, three little tricks.
Barbary organs,
I can hear you always
In the streets of Paris.

INVIA LE CORREZIONI