I left for Paname
My guitar on my back
I've squatted in many metro trains
Walking its streets
Its Haussmannian boulevards
You won't believe it, I became a Parisian
But very quickly, I understood
That the most beautiful painting
Is the shade of grey up there
So every day, I sit
On the edge of paradise
And I contemplate the roofs of Paris

In my little maid's room
Well tucked away on the 6th floor
Surely, I'm not bothering anyone, no problem
There are only students
And marginal old people
Sometimes I even feel at home with Doisneau
The moment I prefer
Is when it's completely dark
The Eiffel Tower lights me up with its lighthouse
It's my own flashlight
It sweeps all night
To show me the roofs of Paris
To show me the roofs of Paris

You have to say that the world down there
Is not very funny
But what are all these people running after?
When I've had enough
When I can't stand the idiots anymore
Or when I'm insomniac, depending on the situation
I pour myself a little drink
I overlook the melee
It's a museum open all year round
And I give myself a treat
The view is priceless
When I lose myself on the roofs of Paris

There are cats sneaking around
Living their quiet lives
Clay chimneys, gutters
There are pigeons everywhere
Between those who fly away
And those that the thugs rob
There's a lost factory
That makes clouds
And laundry hanging on the floors
The Sacré-Cœur over there
Looks very small from here
It's the guardian of the roofs of Paris
It's the guardian of the roofs of Paris

And it's in this setting
These slates that swarm
That I imagine your body sleeping
As the crow flies, I admit
We're almost neighbors
It's still a bit crazy, the human being
Maybe you're not sleeping
What are you doing at this hour?
Maybe you're like that too
A cigarette between your fingers
You're thinking back to Tuesday
The two of us under a roof in Paris
The two of us under a roof in Paris

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