Refrain: Paris in France, that is the place,
where i was born, a long time ago,
sometimes, i come, to rediscover,
pieces of life and memories.
At the same place, there is the church,
where Dad and I, spent our sundays.
In a small street, our house is still there,
it seems to me, hearing Mummy;....
She's telling me, as by the past,
same old stories, about Paris;
and i remain, my Grand-father,
with just his bike, across the streets.
So many tales, just enough to,
always love the place, where i come from,...
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