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Author: Cliff Schneider
Composer: Cliff Schneider
Lyrics and translation
Original
Paris Bahia, nuit tropicale. Le jour dort, dort, dort sur ton corps, corps, corps. Paris
Bahia, sous les étoiles. Sans effort, fort, fort. Serre-moi fort, fort, fort. Paris
Bahia.
Paris Bahia.
Paris Bahia.
Paris Bahia.
Le feu sur la peau, les persiennes, mais le sable.
Presqu'un peu trop chaud et le ciel bleu nuit sur les toits.
J'aime quand c'est doux, doux, doux.
Mais le soleil se lève toujours trop tôt. Tout devient flou, flou, flou.
Paris bord de mer Bahia.
Paris Bahia, nuit tropicale.
Le jour dort, dort, dort sur ton corps, corps, corps.
Paris Bahia, sous les étoiles. Sans effort, fort, fort. Serre-moi fort, fort, fort. Paris
Bahia.
Paris Bahia. Paris Bahia.
Paris Bahia.
Sous les parasols, les boulevards, mais la mer.
Glaçons en atoll jusque tard résonnent dans les airs.
J'aime quand c'est doux, doux, doux.
Mais l'été, les vents chauds brûlent l'oxygène. Tout devient flou, flou, flou.
Paris bord de mer Bahia.
Paris Bahia, nuit tropicale. Le jour dort, dort, dort sur ton corps, corps, corps. Paris
Bahia, sous les étoiles. Sans effort, fort, fort. Serre-moi fort, fort, fort. Paris
Bahia.
Paris Bahia.
Paris
Bahia.
Paris Bahia.
English translation
Paris Bahia, tropical night. The day sleeps, sleeps, sleeps on your body, body, body. Paris
Bahia, under the stars. Effortless, strong, strong. Hold me tight, tight, tight. Paris
Bahia.
Paris Bahia.
Paris Bahia.
Paris Bahia.
The fire on the skin, the shutters, but the sand.
Almost a little too hot and the sky was dark blue over the rooftops.
I like it when it's sweet, sweet, sweet.
But the sun always rises too early. Everything becomes blurry, blurry, blurry.
Paris seaside Bahia.
Paris Bahia, tropical night.
The day sleeps, sleeps, sleeps on your body, body, body.
Paris Bahia, under the stars. Effortless, strong, strong. Hold me tight, tight, tight. Paris
Bahia.
Paris Bahia. Paris Bahia.
Paris Bahia.
Under the umbrellas, the boulevards, but the sea.
Icicles on the atoll resonate in the air until late.
I like it when it's sweet, sweet, sweet.
But in summer, hot winds burn the oxygen. Everything becomes blurry, blurry, blurry.
Paris seaside Bahia.
Paris Bahia, tropical night. The day sleeps, sleeps, sleeps on your body, body, body. Paris
Bahia, under the stars. Effortless, strong, strong. Hold me tight, tight, tight. Paris
Bahia.
Paris Bahia.
Paris
Bahia.
Paris Bahia.