Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song La parisienne, artist - Christophe Mae. Album song L'attrape-rêves, in the genre Эстрада
Date of issue: 12.05.2016
Record label: Warner Music France
Song language: French
La parisienne(original) |
Paris, c’est la ville des amoureux |
Elle habite Paris depuis moins de 3 Mois |
Mais elle a déjà tout, le mode d’emploi |
Elle emploie tout plein de mots que j'connais pas |
Roule en Vespa |
Ses amis ont des prénoms étranges, Béné, Alix, FX et Lise-Ange... |
C’est ça, c’est pas leur prénom, non, qui me dérangent, ni leurs franges |
Elle me dit tout le temps qu’il faut qu’on se capte |
Qu’on brunch ensemble un de ces quatre |
Qu’on se mate une expo au 104, Lary Clarck |
Pourquoi pas |
Mais pas demain |
Car madame est surbooké, toujours bloquée sur son Mac Book |
Et quand elle me dit qu’on peut se croiser sur Facebook, c’est le bouquet |
Elle habite Paris |
Elle a des converses blanches |
Je comprends plus ce qu’elle dit |
Elle habite Paris, pourvu que rien ne change |
Elle habite Paris |
Elle a des converses blanches |
Je comprends plus ce qu’elle dit |
Elle habite Paris, pourvu que rien ne change |
Elle habite Paris, c’est pas que je critique |
C’est si différent, passé le périphérique |
C’est plus les mêmes musiques, les mêmes tuniques |
Sa mère, ses potes et ses vodkas toniques |
Je la vois moins souvent parce que madame, oui |
Part à la mer pour Pâques |
Ses amis ont des grandes baraques, Saint Briac |
Connais pas |
Moi, ma ganache, tapache et mon accent |
Je sais, ça fait sourire ses amis bien-pensants |
Et pourtant, je l’attends souvent dans le vent |
J’aimerais qu’elle redevienne un peu comme avant |
Mais elle et son Velib c’est tomates bio et son Iphone |
Son terrier de Boston |
Moi, la pluie me bastonne |
Pendant que j'galère des heures à l’interphone |
Mais y a personne |
X2 |
Elle habite Paris |
Elle a des converses blanches |
Je comprends plus ce qu’elle dit |
Elle habite Paris, pourvu que rien ne change |
Madame est chic |
Apéro, paréo, bord de Seine |
Madame se complique, la vie à être une bohème |
Madame est chic |
American apparel, H&M |
C’est une hippie chic |
Mais elle est où la dame que j’aime ? |
Elle habite Paris |
Elle a des converses blanches |
Je comprends rien d'c'qu’elle dit |
Elle habite Paris, pourvu que rien ne change |
Elle habite Paris |
Elle a des converses blanches |
Je comprends plus ce qu’elle dit |
Elle habite Paris, pourvu que rien ne change |
Elle habite Paris |
Je crois qu’elle m’oublie |
Elle a des nouveaux amis, tu sais |
De nouveaux habits |
Et moi, je traîne au bord de Seine |
Mais elle est où la dame que j’aime ? |
Je comprends plus ce qu’elle dit |
Elle habite Paris, pourvu qu'elle change |
(translation) |
Paris is the city of lovers |
She has lived in Paris for less than 3 months |
But she already has everything, the instructions |
She uses a lot of words that I don't know |
Ride a Vespa |
His friends have strange first names, Béné, Alix, FX and Lise-Ange... |
That's it, it's not their first name, no, that bothers me, nor their bangs |
She tells me all the time that we have to pick each other up |
That we brunch together one of these four |
Watch an exhibition at 104, Lary Clark |
Why not |
But not tomorrow |
Because Madame is overbooked, always stuck on her Mac Book |
And when she tells me that we can meet on Facebook, it's the bouquet |
She lives in Paris |
She has white converse |
I don't understand what she's saying |
She lives in Paris, as long as nothing changes |
She lives in Paris |
She has white converse |
I don't understand what she's saying |
She lives in Paris, as long as nothing changes |
She lives in Paris, it's not that I criticize |
It's so different, past the ring road |
It's not the same music, the same tunics |
His mother, his friends and his tonic vodkas |
I see her less often because Madam, yes |
Going to the sea for Easter |
His friends have big barracks, Saint Briac |
Not know |
Me, my ganache, tapache and my accent |
I know, it makes his self-righteous friends smile |
And yet, I often wait for it in the wind |
I would like it to become a bit like before |
But she and her Velib are organic tomatoes and her iPhone |
His Boston Terrier |
Me, the rain beats me |
While I struggle for hours on the intercom |
But there is no one |
X2 |
She lives in Paris |
She has white converse |
I don't understand what she's saying |
She lives in Paris, as long as nothing changes |
Madame is chic |
Aperitif, sarong, edge of the Seine |
Madam gets complicated, life to be a bohemian |
Madame is chic |
American apparel, H&M |
She's a chic hippie |
But where is the lady I love? |
She lives in Paris |
She has white converse |
I don't understand anything she's saying |
She lives in Paris, as long as nothing changes |
She lives in Paris |
She has white converse |
I don't understand what she's saying |
She lives in Paris, as long as nothing changes |
She lives in Paris |
I think she forgets me |
She has new friends, you know |
new clothes |
And me, I hang out on the banks of the Seine |
But where is the lady I love? |
I don't understand what she's saying |
She lives in Paris, provided she changes |