I felt like saying hello to anyone

No matter who, and it was you, I said whatever crossed my mind

Speaking to you was enough, to bring you out of your shell.

On the Champs-Élysées, on the Champs-Élysées

In the sun, in the rain, at midday or at midnight

Everything you want is on the Champs-Élysées

You told me, "I'm meeting some lunatics in a basement

Who live with a guitar in hand, from evening to morning"

Then I went with you, we sang, we danced,

And we didn't even think of kissing each other

On the Champs-Élysées, on the Champs-Élysées

In the sun, in the rain, at midday or at midnight

Everything you want is on the Champs-Élysées

Last night two strangers, and this morning on the avenue

Two lovers utterly dazed by the long night

And from Étoile to Concorde, an orchestra of a thousand strings,

All the birds at daybreak sing of love

On the Champs-Élysées, on the Champs-Élysées

In the sun, in the rain, at midday or at midnight

Everything you want is on the Champs-Élysées

On the Champs-Élysées, on the Champs-Élysées

In the sun, in the rain, at midday or at midnight

Everything you want is on the Champs-Élysées