You who are looking at the sea
You are alone with your memories
And despite all the blue, and all the green
You are sad to die
But when you close your eyes
A refrain that talks to you in slang
Dance your happy days
With the smell of the metro
Everyone escapes in his own way
Everyone's dream is butterfly

You who are looking at the sea
You do not even see the horizon
You look twenty years back
And it's far, and it's good
Paris exists always
And when spring comes, you can see
The thugs stroll around
Chestnut trees in the boulevards
Eyes fixed on a petticoat

Remember Butterfly

You who are looking at the sky
You are no more than a poor man crushed
Overwhelmed by the weight of the sun
By the weight of the past
But when you fall asleep
In thought you go back there

Here you are in your decor
Your little hotel, your tobacco
Remember Butterfly