More songs by Klem Schen
Description
Composer: Mwura
Lyricist: Klem
Lyrics and translation
Original
At night, from the top of my tower
Head in the stars
The next day at school in the playground
I said: “Poto, pass me the ball!”
Mom used to tell me, “Do your homework.”
I replied: “Wait and see”
I made him read each of my poems
One day in Paris I will sing that I love it
Paname, Paname, we're coming
Me, my face and my backpack
Paname, Paname, we're coming
Me, my dreams and my songs
Paname, Paname, we're coming
Me, my face and my backpack
Paname, Paname, we're coming
Me, my dreams and my songs
Paname, Paname, we, we, we are coming
Paname, Paname, we, we, we arrive (and my dreams)
Paname, Paname, we, we, we are coming
Pa-Pa Paname, we're coming
This morning, on the quay
I'm waiting for the train to Paris
On my head, my hat
Ideas about life
There people don't care about anything, anything
In the bars they drink shots, shots
To the health of all their loves
Which of course will last forever
Paname, Paname, we're coming
Me, my face and my backpack
Paname, Paname, we're coming
Me, my dreams and my songs
Paname, Paname, we're coming
Me, my face and my backpack
Paname, Paname, we're coming
Me, my dreams and my songs
Paname, Paname, we, we, we are coming
Paname, Paname, we, we, we arrive (and my dreams)
Paname, Paname, we, we, we are coming
Pa-Pa Paname, we're coming
I also want to make fun of everything
In bars, go drinking
Forget that after the ring road
Life is a little sadder
Paname, Paname, we're coming
Paname, Paname, we're coming
Paname, Paname, we're coming
Me, my face and my backpack
Paname, Paname, we're coming
Me, my dreams and my songs
Paname, Paname, we, we, we are coming
Paname, Paname, we, we, we arrive (and my dreams)
Paname, Paname, we, we, we are coming
Pa-Pa Paname, we're coming
English translation
At night, from the top of my tower
Head in the stars
The next day at school in the playground
I said: “Poto, pass me the ball!”
Mom used to tell me, “Do your homework.”
I replied: “Wait and see”
I made him read each of my poems
One day in Paris I will sing that I love it
Paname, Paname, we're coming
Me, my face and my backpack
Paname, Paname, we're coming
Me, my dreams and my songs
Paname, Paname, we're coming
Me, my face and my backpack
Paname, Paname, we're coming
Me, my dreams and my songs
Paname, Paname, we, we, we are coming
Paname, Paname, we, we, we arrive (and my dreams)
Paname, Paname, we, we, we are coming
Pa-Pa Paname, we're coming
This morning, on the quay
I'm waiting for the train to Paris
On my head, my hat
Ideas about life
There people don't care about anything, anything
In the bars they drink shots, shots
To the health of all their loves
Which of course will last forever
Paname, Paname, we're coming
Me, my face and my backpack
Paname, Paname, we're coming
Me, my dreams and my songs
Paname, Paname, we're coming
Me, my face and my backpack
Paname, Paname, we're coming
Me, my dreams and my songs
Paname, Paname, we, we, we are coming
Paname, Paname, we, we, we arrive (and my dreams)
Paname, Paname, we, we, we are coming
Pa-Pa Paname, we're coming
I also want to make fun of everything
In bars, go drinking
Forget that after the ring road
Life is a little sadder
Paname, Paname, we're coming
Paname, Paname, we're coming
Paname, Paname, we're coming
Me, my face and my backpack
Paname, Paname, we're coming
Me, my dreams and my songs
Paname, Paname, we, we, we are coming
Paname, Paname, we, we, we arrive (and my dreams)
Paname, Paname, we, we, we are coming
Pa-Pa Paname, we're coming