Traducir a
It's a Paris the color of Paname
A Paris of the Avenue du Maine
Where the thugs of the banks of the Marne
Drive American cars
There are men who carry the cherry
There are men who correct
And the profits are divided
And the confinements add up
In the middle of the desert or in Passy
Words of an author, words that annoy
Like two intellectuals sitting
Will go less far than a fool who walks
Audiard's cinema
A dialogue at the counter
Of friendship that passes
Like commuter trains
From Montparnasse station
It's a Frenchman on his bike
A little man under his cap
Tourmalet, old Bordeaux
And to write, a cigarette
A black flag on our bankruptcies
And lines to wreck
All those he put into orbit
And who have not finished turning
Audiard's cinema
A dialogue at the counter
Of friendship that passes
Like commuter trains
From Montparnasse station
It was a cinema that attracted a lot of people.
Saturday Night Cinema
Author's words, words that rumble
Words we loved to go see
Audiard's cinema
A dialogue at the counter
Of friendship that passes
Like commuter trains
From Montparnasse station
Ver letras en otros idiomas
