Of all the roads in France and Europe
The one I prefer is the one that leads
By car or by hitchhiking
To the shores of the South

National 7
You have to take it whether you're going to Rome or Sète
Whether we are two, three, four, five, six or seven
It's a road that is popular

Holiday road
That crosses Burgundy and Provence
That makes Paris a little suburb of Valence
And the outskirts of Saint-Paul-de-Vence

The summer sky
Fills our hearts with its clarity
Chases away the bitterness and acidity
That make the misery of the big cities
All excited

We sing, we celebrate
The olive trees are blue my little Lisette
Joyful love is here making faces
We are happy, National 7

Holiday road
That crosses most of France
That makes Paris a little suburb of Valence
And the outskirts of Saint-Paul-de-Vence

The summer sky
Fills our hearts with its clarity
Chases away the bitterness and acidity
That make the misery of the big cities
All excited

We sing, we celebrate
The olive trees are blue my little Lisette
Joyful love is here making faces
We are happy, National 7
We are happy, National 7
We are happy, National 7

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