At night, from the top of my tower
Head in the stars
The next day at school in the yard
I'd say, "Buddy, pass me the ball!"
Mom would tell me, "Do your homework"
I'd reply, "Wait and see"
I'd make her read each of my poems
One day in Paris, I'll sing that I love her

Paname, Paname, we're coming
Me, my face and my backpack
Paname, Paname, we're coming
Me, my dreams and my songs

Paname, Paname, we're coming
Me, my face and my backpack
Paname, Paname, we're coming
Me, my dreams and my songs
Paname, Paname, we, we, we're coming
Paname, Paname, we, we, we're coming (and my dreams)
Paname, Paname, we, we, we're coming
Pa-Pa Paname, we're coming

This morning, on the platform
I'm waiting for the train, for Paris
On my head, my beanie
Thoughts, about life
Over there people don't care about anything, anything
In the bars they drink shots, shots
To the health of all their loves
Which of course will last forever

Paname, Paname, we're coming
Me, my face and my backpack
Paname, Paname, we're coming
Me, my dreams and my songs

Paname, Paname, we're coming
Me, my face and my backpack
Paname, Paname, we're coming
Me, my dreams and my songs
Paname, Paname, we, we, we're coming
Paname, Paname, we, we, we're coming (and my dreams)
Paname, Paname, we, we, we're coming
Pa-Pa Paname, we're coming

I too want to not care about anything
In the bars, go drink shots
Forget that after the ring road
Life is a bit sadder
Paname, Paname, we're coming
Paname, Paname, we're coming

Paname, Paname, we're coming
Me, my face and my backpack
Paname, Paname, we're coming
Me, my dreams and my songs
Paname, Paname, we, we, we're coming
Paname, Paname, we, we, we're coming (and my dreams)
Paname, Paname, we, we, we're coming
Pa-Pa Paname, we're coming

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