Regarde toi paname - Jean Ferrat

Ne crne donc pas tant Paname, je n’voudrais pas te faire de peine

Mais on peut voir couler la Seine ailleurs qu’au pied de Notre-Dame

De Chtillon l’estuaire, elle baigne bien d’autres lieux

Grce en soit rendue au Bon Dieu, y’a pas que Paris sur la terre

Paname si tu te crois belle, c’est que tu n’t’es pas regarde

Du ct du quai de Grenelle ou de Maubert/Mutualit

Paris le soir Paris la nuit, tu bois, tu gambilles, tu t’empiffres

Et tu noies dans le son des fifres, ta solitude et ton ennui

Paris tu vas paumer ta ligne force de mordre au gteau

Tu prends du ventre Rambuteau, t’es moins jeune et tu te rsignes

Paname tu te crois mariole, mais tu ne t’es pas regarde

Sur le vieux pont des Batignolles, y’a longtemps qu’on n’va plus danser

Tu trouves la misre importune mais tu portes tes beaux quartiers

Comme leurs bagues et leurs colliers, les vieilles cocottes sans fortune

Mais trois pas de tes hauts marbres en face du quai de Passy

Y’a des mmes de par ici qui n’ont jamais grimp aux arbres

Va rhabiller tes faux potes, Paname t’as perdu la main

T’es plus bonne qu’aux Amricains qui viennent se soler tes ftes

Troupeau de toits fleuve tranquille, ciel gnreux pav ttu

Grande gueule et petite vertu, Paname t’es quand mme ma ville

Y’a des revers tes mdailles, des rimes pauvres tes pomes

Pour cent palais pour cent ripailles, combien de taudis de carmes

Et pourtant je n’ai pas l’envie de traner ailleurs mes souliers

C’est l qu’j’ai commenc ma vie, c’est l que je la finirai.

So don't crne so much Paname, I wouldn't want to hurt you

But you can see the Seine flowing elsewhere than at the foot of Notre-Dame

From Chtillon the estuary, it bathes many other places

Thanks be to God, it's not just Paris on earth

Paname if you think you're beautiful, it's because you haven't looked at yourself

From the side of the quai de Grenelle or Maubert/Mutualit

Paris at night Paris at night, you drink, you gamble, you stuff yourself

And you drown in the sound of the fifes, your loneliness and your boredom

Paris you're going to palm your line force to bite the cake

You take Rambuteau belly, you're less young and you resign yourself

Paname, you think you're mariole, but you haven't looked at yourself

On the old Batignolles bridge, we haven't been dancing for a long time

You find misery unwelcome but you wear your best quarters

Like their rings and their necklaces, the old bitches without fortune

But three steps from your high marbles in front of the quai de Passy

There are memes around here who have never climbed trees

Go dress up your fake friends, Paname you've lost your touch

You're better than the Americans who come to sole your parties

Flock of roofs quiet river, generous sky paved ttu

Big mouth and little virtue, Paname you're still my city

There are reverses to your medals, poor rhymes to your poems

For a hundred palaces, for a hundred feasts, how many Carmelite hovels

And yet I don't feel like dragging my shoes somewhere else

This is where I started my life, this is where I will end it.