Paris, August 2003, Gare Montparnasse, a man waits for a train that does not arrive,
a woman cancels her ticket, she leaves, a Breton tourist
gets off the train, goes to a creperie .
In Charles de Gaul, a family waits, seated on a bench,
their gaze towards the sky, motionless and mute,
their heads on the planes go away.
Metro, Nation, it's pushing, it's rushing, an African
thinks of Africa, a businessman with money,
the stations go by, the fr nésie crushes lonely souls.
At the Louvre, the Mona Lisa is dying, her smile has faded,
the tourists devour her, they who run, steal
from one monument to another, insatiable city eaters.
Night falls on Paris, Amélie runs to Montmartre,
moral curfew to avoid seeing the immoral, to Bastille,
br/>the ghosts of the revolution, seated at the bar, sip
their beer while their old bones creak.
All this unconscious movement, Paris captivates me, me possesses,
attracts and repulses me, it offers itself to the gaze
The tourists pass, the Eiffel Tower remains!
I'm looking for Paris, I' m looking for Paris Â
Excuse me Sir, could you give me an information please?
Excuse me Sir, could you give me an information please?
Excuse me!
Excuse me !
Excuse me!
Excuse meeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
I'm looking for Paris, I'm looking for Paris Â

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