Текст песни Yves Montand - Les Grands Boulevards

I like to stroll along the boulevards
There's so many things , so many things
So much to see
We only randomly select
It is ampoules
A zigzag among the crowd
I like huts and bazaars
Displays , lotteries
And talkative hawkers
You trot their fibs
It passed the time
And forget his cockroach

I am not rich in million
I turner Citroën
I can not afford distractions
Every day of the week
I also , I have my foibles
That make me happy and cost nothing
Thus, once the work is finished
I go between the Porte Saint -Denis
And the Boulevard des Italiens

I like to stroll along the boulevards
There's so many things , so many things
So much to see
It shows the great days of hope
Days of wrath
People who do leave
There vibrates the heart of Paris
Always ardent, sometimes rebellious
With its songs, cries
And beautiful moments in history
Are written everywhere along
Our major boulevards

I like to stroll along the boulevards
On summer evenings when everyone
Likes to sleep late
It is likely to see
Two angelic eyes
The following have to Republic
Then I found my tiny hotel
My room window gives
On a corner of the sky
Where did I fail as a call
All the rumors , all the lights
The enchanting world
The Grands Boulevards