I'm not sure, because I don't speak much French, but I think this song song is about a love/hate relationship with a city, talking of it as if it were a person. Below I made a rough translation. I didn't look any of this up, so don't hold me to it. :)
Finished are the wonderings
Along the canal
The staircases of postal cards*
It's finished, Paris
It's decided that I'm leaving you
Finished the gray skies
The gloomy mornings
They say in Toulouse the bricks are rose (coloured)
Oh, over there, Paris
The bricks are rose
Paris, you bet, Paris
That I'm quitting you
I'm taking a change
From the (?) of the capital
Paris, you bet, Paris
That I'm quitting you
I stick to you
And your dirty pavements
I know too well your mouth
The mouth of the metro
The blown (battered?) boats and the colour of the water
It's finished, Paris
I know them too well
Here I bore myself
It's the same when the the night comes
They say that Seville wakes up at night
Over there, Paris, the city wakes up at night
Paris, you bet, Paris
That I'm quitting you
I'm taking a change
From the (?) of the capital
Paris, you bet, Paris
That I'm quitting you
I stick to you
And your dirty pavements
In Toulouse it rained
In Seville I drank too much
In Rio i got the worst of the country
Oh! Lost Paris
I return to life in Paris
this could also be translated as 'the staircases, postal cards,' depending on the phrasing.
I'm not sure, because I don't speak much French, but I think this song song is about a love/hate relationship with a city, talking of it as if it were a person. Below I made a rough translation. I didn't look any of this up, so don't hold me to it. :)
Finished are the wonderings Along the canal The staircases of postal cards* It's finished, Paris It's decided that I'm leaving you Finished the gray skies The gloomy mornings They say in Toulouse the bricks are rose (coloured) Oh, over there, Paris The bricks are rose
Paris, you bet, Paris That I'm quitting you I'm taking a change From the (?) of the capital Paris, you bet, Paris That I'm quitting you I stick to you And your dirty pavements
I know too well your mouth The mouth of the metro The blown (battered?) boats and the colour of the water It's finished, Paris I know them too well Here I bore myself It's the same when the the night comes They say that Seville wakes up at night Over there, Paris, the city wakes up at night
Paris, you bet, Paris That I'm quitting you I'm taking a change From the (?) of the capital Paris, you bet, Paris That I'm quitting you I stick to you And your dirty pavements
In Toulouse it rained In Seville I drank too much In Rio i got the worst of the country Oh! Lost Paris I return to life in Paris
Hope it helps!