Відео

ça c'est du zazoo !

因為看到特級警察的影片來聽的

Voilà mon credo. Ce fut celui de mes parents, celui de Brassens, certainement celui de Cabu. Et j'espère que parmi ceux qui nous survivront, certains l'auront adopté.

Legionnaire 1998 movie theme song!

Mais que c'est jolie

Love this song 💞

J etais pas ne a cette epoque mais mon regrette pere me racontait les beaux jours de cette epoque benie des dieux de la recontruction de la belle france devastee quelque peu par la guerre ou il fesait bon y vivre

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My mom was 98 and suffered from dementia. Yet she always sang this song and remembered the words. Even in her death bed, she was singing it before she peacefully closed her eyes and died. She was almost 99. So glad I found this song because my mom at her age, had a beautiful voice and sang it just as sweet. ❤😊

Still loving her singing❤❤❤❤❤

Apply yourself to your study of Miss Jean Harlow from this job?

Piaf une voix sublime !

2024還在聽的舉手✋

Петь не умела, говорила под музыку.

J'ai apris le francais sur ces poemes...que c'est beau! Je vous aime!

On se rappelle les chansons Un soir d'hiver, un frais visage La Seine, un marchand de marrons Une chambre au cinquième étage Les cafés crèmes du matin Montparnasse, le Café du Dôme Les faubourgs, le Quartier latin Les Tuileries et la Place Vendôme Paris, c'était la gaieté, Paris C'était la douceur aussi C'était notre tendresse Paris, des gamins, des artisans Y a des camelots et des agents Et des matins de printemps Paris, l'odeur de ton pavé d'oie De tes marronniers, du bois Je pense à toi sans cesse Paris, je m'ennuie de toi, mon vieux On se retrouvera tous les deux Mon grand Paris Évidemment, il y a parfois Les heures un peu difficiles Mais tout s'arrange bien, ma foi Avec Paris, c'est si facile Pour moi, Paris, c'est les beaux jours Les airs légers, graves ou tendres Pour moi, Paris, c'est mes amours Et mon cœur ne peut se reprendre Paris, tu es la gaieté, Paris Tu es ma douceur aussi Tu es toute ma tendresse Paris, des gamins, des artisans Y a des camelots et des agents Et des matins de printemps Paris, l'odeur de ton pavé d'oie De tes marronniers, du bois Je pense à toi sans cesse Paris, je m'ennuie de toi, mon vieux On se retrouvera tous les deux Mon grand Paris ❤

*ISTANBUL* *(03.06.2024)*

Nous aussi on a les larmes aux yeux le long de nos joues toutes sales...

Belíssima! Emocionante ❤❤❤❤❤

Formidable!

My mother sang it, even at the end and rather out of her head she remembered all the tune and words. Deepest gratitude to Dame Vera from Florida

As good as it gets right here

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My dad used to sing this to me

For some time it hums, In my neighborhood, a song, The music is monotonous And words unceremonious. This is only a street song Which we do not know the author. Since I have heard, It sings and dances in my heart. Oh, my love Yours always In your eyes Just the two of us. With naive and sweet words, It tells a great love But to me he seemed to understand well That the woman suffered one day. If the lover was bad for her, I want to ignore the end And, that my song is beautiful, I'm happy with the chorus. Oh, my love Yours always In your eyes Just the two of us. They will love for life. To fully love, it is not long. This story is so pretty. It is so beautiful, my song. It is the most poetic, I know, yes, but now, For me, this is the most beautiful, For my song never ends. Oh, my love Yours always La...la...la...la... In your eyes La...la...la...la... Just the two of us...

I am nostalgic of my youth Of those party days, in the heart of France With emotion, I remember correctly Of this song, of this chorus to which i return This is the waltz which i hear In my segment of old Paris The melody the evening lifted Happily in the gray sky On the sidewalk, one smiles The Bois de Boulogne is flowered And so much which i lived Never will i forget The waltz of Paris I remember the huge boulevards The journalists, the great gossip I see again in your arms (The light and day in high spirits) The bridges, the Concord and the Seine The taxis, in front of the Madeleine The Louvre, the museums And like a rocket The light of Champs Elysées This is the waltz which i hear In my segment of old Paris The melody the evening lifted Happily in the gray sky On the sidewalk, one smiles The Bois de Boulogne is flowered And so much which i lived Never will i forget The waltz of Paris

2024❤

Le reportage documentaire "un mois chez les filles"de Maryse Choisy m'amène ici.

I'm French my hometown Paris has always been a wonder and I have it will be forever at the time it's from today it's forever 🇫🇷🖤my nationality France 🇫🇷 I love you 💕

"If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast." Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast

The Cleftones did a great doo-wop version of this wonderful song.

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Thank you for sharing, my mam was talking about this song and she is 94, it's nice I could find it

On ressent tout à fait tout le charme du vieux Paris dans cette chanson si émouvante et si belle.

Canciones de mi madre ❤

He was making $ 5000 a week in the 30’s

Ahhh

Sorry for your loss, my daddy died last September aged 88 x💕

My mum used to sing this to my sons, she has sadly passed away and they are 35 and 39 now, i was singing it to my wee dog, when i wondeted if it was a real song or just a wee rhyme, lovely to here the full song x❤

Lundi 5-2-24🌹🧸🐕Un sujet douloureux.Temoignage de la réalité vécue.Comme c'est vrai.A mon ami Philippe Cr.🌟🦮🌼

My Mum used to sing this to me as a child 😭 Thank you so much for this wonderful memory. I'll treasure this song for the rest of my life ❤

Rest in peace Lola 🙏❤️🇵🇭

ALGUIEN ME PUEDE DAR RAZÓN DEL ORIGEN DE LA FOTO.

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C'est une chanson de Léo donnée á Edith .

Adeeeelie

Bien, creó que soy el único comentario en español que responde un vídeo de hace 14 años Es 2024 Si, seré como el resto de comentarios que admiran la canción, pero es que es la cosa más hermosa que eh escuchado 😊❤

Cette chanson est magnifique, elle va très bien avec le Générique du film la Rafle. Où cette France occupée était sans espoirs… jusqu’à à l’arrivée des alliés en Normandie qui ont su redonner la tendresse de Paris… merci. ❤

My nan stacey favrite song xx

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