I know the world is a question,
I know that war is a man-made invention,
and that the earth rolls like a ball
beneath men with their ambition filled hearts.
I know the world is made of fiction
I know the sky is made of horizon
be it1 rosy or blue like our illusions
I see the earth is red with passion
But there's an accordion
and the accordion feels so good
when the accordion plays,
it reminds me of France and it feels so good
But there's an accordion
and the accordion feels so good
when the accordion plays,
it reminds me of France.
I know that love has strange paths,
the heart's cries has its sorrows too,
and it turns, turns the wheel of destiny,
happiness always seems to come tomorrow.
But there's an accordion
and the accordion feels so good
when the accordion plays,
it reminds me of France and it feels so good
But there's an accordion
and the accordion feels so good
when the accordion plays,
it reminds me of France.
An old bistro and the smell of chips,
a glass of wine, come, I invite you
to forget and to flee
from your problems, their sorrows and consequences.
And there's an accordion
and the accordion feels so good
when the accordion plays,
it reminds me of France and it feels so good
And there's an accordion
and the accordion feels so good
when the accordion plays,
it reminds me of France.
1. could refer to the horizon or the sky