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Paris In France
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, Paris in france. !
When the bell rings, in the school where i grew up,
i retain, the innocent look i gave,
under every skirt i viewed;
and also, the lines on the black board.
I'm in front of the gate, the same old rusty gate,
as noisy as by the past,......then... i walk through the door and say :
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.
I remember, the train station,
so many smiles, and not so many tears;
i'm still hearing, every cry of joy,
a few loving words and rendez-vous !
I'm not crying, but in my eyes and in my mind,
there's memories, never forget :
Christmas evenings : a lot of snow and happiness;
i remember, so many tales,
just enough to, always love the place,
where i come from : Paris in France !!!
Robert-gil BARLAT MARECHAL
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Tous droits reservés 96
All right reserved 96
Robert-gil BARLAT MARECHAL
where i come from : Paris in France !!!
just enough to, always love the place,
i remember, so many tales,
Christmas evenings : a lot of snow and happiness;
there's memories, never forget :
I'm not crying, but in my eyes and in my mind,
a few loving words and rendez-vous !
i'm still hearing, every cry of joy,
so many smiles, and not so many tears;
I remember, the train station,
pieces of life and memories.
sometimes, i come, to rediscover,
where i was born, a long time ago,
Refrain: Paris in France, that is the place,
as noisy as by the past,......then... i walk through the door and say :
I'm in front of the gate, the same old rusty gate,
and also, the lines on the black board.
under every skirt i viewed;
i retain, the innocent look i gave,
When the bell rings, in the school where i grew up,
always love the place, where i come from, Paris in france. !
So many tales, just enough to,
with just his bike, across the streets.
and i remain, my Grand-father,
same old stories, about Paris;
She's telling me, as by the past,
it seems to me, hearing Mummy;....
In a small street, our house is still there,
where Dad and I, spent our sundays.
At the same place, there is the church,
pieces of life and memories.
sometimes, i come, to rediscover,
where i was born, a long time ago,
Refrain: Paris in France, that is the place,
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