Walking this street everyday Champs-Élysées I see myself there on the mirror Among the souls that walk the cobblestone Everyone that's passing by Is wearing multicolored jumpsuits With carriages decked out in golden chrome Do I belong to the city? Could I be wrong? Or does the city of lights Have its dark side? Passing by some old café Back in the day Its where a poet made his rhymes Illuminated by the evening light Boys and girls are holding hands In the place where love was made And to light a cigarette to have a break Do I belong to the city? Could I be wrong? Or does the city of lights Have its dark side? La la la, lalalalala, lalalalala, lalalalala La la la, lalalalala, lalalalala, lalalalala La la la, lalalalala, lalalalala, lalalalala La la la, lalalalala, lalalalala Do I belong to the city? Could I be wrong? Or does the city of lights Have its dark side? La la la, lalalalala, lalalalala, lalalalala