FLEUR DE PARIS

1.
My grocer had kept it in his counter,
The tax collector kept it in his drawer,
The flower so beautiful
Of our hope.
The pharmacist pampered it in a jar,
The ex-corporal talked about it to the ex-general,
Because it was her
Our ideal.

CHORUS

It's a flower of Paris,
From old Paris that smiles,
Because it's the flower of return,
The return of the beautiful days.
For four years in our hearts
It has kept its colors,
Blue, White, Red,
With hope it has bloomed,
Flower of Paris.
It's a flower of Paris,
From old Paris that smiles,
Because it's the flower of return,
The return of the beautiful days.
For four years in our hearts
It has kept its colors,
Blue, White, Red,
With hope it has bloomed,
Flower of Paris.

2.
The peasant saw it bloom in his fields,
The old priest adored it in a white sky,
Flower of hope,
Flower of happiness.
All those who fought for our freedoms,
At dawn, before their eyes saw it shine,
The flower of France
In three colors.

CHORUS

It's a flower from our place,
It has bloomed everywhere,
Because it's the flower of return,
The return of the beautiful days.
For four years in our hearts
It has kept its colors,
Blue, White, Red,
It was really above all
Flower from our place.

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