In Paris they are singing Poem by Jacques Roubaud

In Paris the LARKS are singing EDITH-PIAF is singing, the birds
The EGRETS are singing, the BUNTINGS are singing
In the LOCUST TREES, the CORNFLOWERS, the GOOD-SEEDS, the WOODS, THICKET, FOG
And the DUCKLINGS in the BUSHES, the CAMELIAS, the NASTURTIUMS, they are singing, they are singing,

The DOVE sings in the CHERRY ORCHARD, in the BEAUTIFUL-LEAVES, the FIG TREE
The CROW sings the FERNS, the WISTERIA, the HYDRANGEAS, the IRISES
Sings the SWAN in the JASMIN, the DAFFODILS, the HEATHER, the LILACS
In THE POND while singing the GIRLS wade, beneath the CHESTNUT TREES,

THE QUAIL sings in the WILD CHERRY, the MULBERRY TREES, the LITTLE-FIELDS,
O the POPLARS where the WOODPECKERS sing, and the PLAIN, and the PEAR TREE, and the MEADOWS
O the FIELD, the PRIMROSES, the PLUM TREES, the ROSE BUSHES full of singing ORTOLANS

In the BROOK, on the PATH, in the SUN, in the GOLDEN-SUN, how they sing!
In the SYCAMORES, the LINDEN TREES, the VINES, the TULIPS, the MORNING GLORIES
The PELICAN, he sings, so tired from his long voyage

The BIRDS, all the BIRDS sing in the streets of Paris

Tanslated by Claire Nashar