La Vie En Bleu

La vie en bleu, hoo ooh, the familiar air, stay at ease

A place like an old melodrama film, as if I’ve gone back to that time

I get swept up in the feeling, this alley still the same

Sitting at a café, the “love me” I whispered with young lips

Oh c’est la vie, a perfect story, within the same scenery

What’s changed is your empty space, on the tip of my tongue it’s bittersweet,

With a cold Chablis, the city I’ve found again

I left my heart in Paris, through the passing wind

You might come striding to me, well, would you? La vie en bleu

La la la la la vie en bleu, well, would you?

J’ai besoin de ton baiser, ah, your scent

It feels like it brushed past, somehow I can’t tell

You’re not mine, mine, mine, oh, the one clear fact is

In a huge crowd, if I call you, it feels like you’d surely turn around

On my lips, bittersweet, bittersweet, bittersweet

The city I’ve found again, I left my heart in Paris

Through the passing wind, you might come striding to me, well, would you?

Well, would you? La vie en bleu, a rising longing

If I take one step it feels like it’ll all overflow, but where are you? Come quickly

J’ai besoin de ton baiser, a city my heart is dyed in

I left my heart in Paris, without falling in love

I can’t hold out, how about it, would you? La vie en bleu

La la la la la vie en bleu, how about it, would you?

How about it, would you? La vie en bleu