'Rags, clothes merchant, rags!'
Walking through the neighborhood
'Let's rag!', that's the sound of my city
And my docile mind remembers it all
'Browns, they are warm, my chestnuts!'
Of a mustachioed gentleman that all
'Browns' is the sound of my city
And my docile mind remembers it all
Metro, it's good in the metro
Newspapers sold at auction
'Pedestrians, move on pedestrians'
To the thousands of onlookers who form the crowd
'Pedestrians' is the sound of my city
And my docile mind remembers it all
Trains run around the world
Don't want to go anywhere
And while these monsters roll
Memories pass by in crowds
Noises, screams, strange sounds
Which swell and take on proportions
To make your forehead burst
'Gentlemen, come closer, look
Three ties for a hundred francs
What's the point of depriving yourself of it?
Said the good-natured peddler
'Gentlemen' is the sound of my city
And my docile mind remembers it all
'Darling, write to me, darling'
Full of laughter and tears
'Darling', it's the sound of my city
And I fall asleep docilely dreaming of all this
It's the sound of my city
It's the sound of my city