Nina Bade

Paris

Paris est la ville de l'amour,
Paris est la ville de la gloire,
c'est la ville où tout le monde court,
pour vivre sous ses toîts;

Paris est le centre des stars,
Paris est la haute couture,
c'est aussi la ville de l'art,
qui se montre derrière ses murs;

Paris est la ville que j'aime,
Paris est belle comme une fleur,
c'est la ville où se trouve la Seine
et la place que je porte dans mon coeur.

Nina Bade (1996)
 

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