Текст и перевод песни Hawkwind - Images

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Paris qui va...

Tu connais bien Paris la nuit,
Paris qui chante et t'éclabousse
De la lumière.

Tu connais bien Paris la faim,
Paris qui meurt sur un trottoir
Ou sous un pont.

Tu connais bien Paris le jour,
Paris qui passe indifférent
De ta misère.

Bien trop pressé, tu le sais bien,
Paris l'argent et les affaires
Et toi fauché.

Tu connais bien Paris qui fume,
Ses cheminées couvertes de suie,
Paris qui peine.

Tu connais bien Paris la nuit,
Dans la prison dans le silence
Et dans le froid.

Tu connais bien les jours sans fin,
Les jours bizarres sans horizon
Qui désespèrent.

Tu connais bien l'eau qui sourit,
Pleine de promesses qui vous attire
Dans son sourire.

Tu connais bien Paris meurtri,
Paris en sang,
Paris qui hurle de colère.

Tu connais bien Paris qui rêve,
Paris qui dit des mots d'amour,
Paris qui aime.

Tu connais bien Paris qui va...

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Paris, going...

You know Paris well at night,
Paris that sings and splashes you
With its lights.

You know Paris well at hunger time,
Paris that dies on a sidewalk
Or under a bridge.

You know Paris well in the daytime,
Paris that passes by indifferent
To your poverty.

In too much of a hurry, you know that well,
Paris of money and business
And you, broke.

You know Paris well that smokes,
Its chimneys covered with soot,
Paris that toils.

You know Paris well at night,
In prison in silence
And in the cold.

You know well the endless days,
The strange days with no horizon
That bring despair.

You know well the water that smiles,
Full of promises that draw you
Into its smile.

You know Paris well wounded,
Paris in blood,
Paris that screams with rage.

You know Paris well when it dreams,
Paris that speaks words of love,
Paris that loves.

You know Paris well that goes...