This tune, do you remember it?
This beautiful lost moment
Of a Paris that no longer exists
This tune, do you remember it?
The smell of a bare morning
Of a stripped-down Mali

Go and don't look back
Every time something is whistled
A piece of your life has passed
Go, and you will find it again

This tune, do you remember it?
Getting lost in the streets
In a continuous jump
This tune, do you remember it?
Blowing when evening comes
Towards those who are no more

Go, and don't look back
Every time something is whistled
A piece of your life has passed
Go, and you will find it again

This tune, do you remember it?

This tune, do you remember it?

This tune, I remember it like a dream that embraces me
All the warmth holds the sweetness of its hand

Every time something is whistled
A piece of your life has passed
Yes, go and don't look back
Every time something is whistled
A piece of your life has passed
Go, and you will find it again

CONSULTER LES PAROLES ORIGINALES