Amoureux de Paname [English translation]

Listen to me, you nerds

Saturday night ecologists

This song is not worth a nail

But I sing 'just for you

You who want beautiful grass

Beautiful lawns, little sheep

Vine leaves and small flowers

You should put your watches to the right hour

Me, I'm in love with Paname

Concrete and macadam

Under the pavement yeah, it's the beach

But bitumen is my landscape

Bitumen is my landscape

Listen to me, you nerds

Ecologists of the Boulevards

Your beautiful speeches are tireing

There's sun in the streams

The Montparnasse Tower is beautiful

And I love the Eiffel Tower

There's a lot of love in the alleys

And poetry in the skyscrapers

Me, I'm in love with Paname

Concrete and macadam

Under the pavement yeah, it's the beach

But bitumen is my landscape

Bitumen is my landscape

Listen to me, you nerds

Great evening ecologists

Pollution is not in the air

She's on your pale faces

Me, I still like the pissotières

I still like the smell of garbage

I do not smell of oxygen

Carbon dioxide is my hygiene

Me, I'm in love with Paname

Concrete and macadam

Under the pavement yeah, it's the beach

But bitumen is my landscape

Bitumen is my landscape

Listen to me, you nerds

Saturday night ecologists

This song is not worth a nail

But I sing it just for you

You who want beautiful grass

Beautiful lawns, little sheep

Grape leaves and small flowers

You should put your watches to the right hour

Me, I'm in love with Paname

Concrete and macadam

Under the pavement yeah it's the beach

But bitumen is my landscape

Bitumen is my landscape

Listen to me, you nerds

Burrowing Ecologists

Your beautiful speeches are tiring

There's sun in the streams

The Montparnasse Tower, she is beautiful

And I love the Eiffel Tower

There's a lot of love in the alleys

And poetry in the skyscrapers

Me, I'm in love with Paname

Concrete and macadam

Under the pavement yeah it's the beach

But bitumen is my landscape

Bitumen is my landscape

Listen to me, you nerds

Great evening ecologists

Pollution is not in the air

Its on your pale faces

Me, I still like the pissotières

I still like the smell of trash

I do not smell of oxygen

Carbon dioxide is my hygiene

Me, I'm in love with Paname

Concrete and macadam

Under the pavement yeah it's the beach

But bitumen is my landscape

Bitumen is my landscape