I'm not from here, I quite like Paris
But often I struggle when it's gloomy, smile
It's true that here, you don't have the time
To talk to people, even when you're alone, forget

Where is the sea, my Provencal sky and the people who don't put on airs
I left behind, my childhood years and the tunes my father used to play

On the pavement with wet hair, by the rain like every morning
I see passing by, I let speak, my memories like a refrain
And I like to remember that there the sun shines
When the Capital in summer, gives me a hard time, becomes hostile

I'm not from here, but when everything is gray
Now I too am gloomy, smile
It's true that here, I don't have the time to take the time, life in puzzle
I can't hear the sea anymore, the singing accent and the mistral that defies the nerves
I left behind, my lazy years in Paris I always have something to do

On the pavement with wet hair, by the rain like every morning
I see passing by, I let speak, my memories like a refrain
And I like to remember that there the sun shines
When the Capital in summer, gives me a hard time, becomes hostile

Not really from here, not really from there anymore
Tell me who I am, a bit here and always there
On the pavement with wet hair, by the rain like every morning
I see passing by, I let speak, my memories like a refrain

On the pavement with wet hair, by the rain like every morning
I see passing by, I let speak, my memories like a refrain
And I like to remember that there the sun shines
When the Capital in summer, gives me a hard time, becomes hostile

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