Beautiful Toulouse wakes up
In its ballet of buses
It's the same day as yesterday
Some pigeons chase each other
In Arnaud Bernard's sky
You drop a bit of Sicre
You drop a bit of Sicre
We're from here a hundred percent
When we leave, there's nothing to do
We ask when we're coming back
It's a magnetic current
Or it's something in the air, who knows
You drop a bit of Sicre
You drop a bit of Sicre
Come on, sing, sing, fiery city
Move, black and red city
City where the Motivés live
City where the Claudes follow each other
River city, flame city
City where Flo and Oli slam
Standing city, proud city
City that has all it takes to be a capital
Here, every ball is oval
And anybody in the crowd
Will always have in their trunk
A jack and boules
It's a land that makes us
We grow up in its mirror
You drop a bit of Sicre
You drop a bit of Sicre
That passerby walking around
The fairies turned him into a troubadour
He's got sudden gab
He's just got gab
It's an urban music
That comes from deep in history
You drop a bit of Sicre
Yeah, you drop a bit of Sicre
Come on, sing, sing, fiery city
Move, black and red city
City where the Motivés live
City where the Claudes follow each other
River city, flame city
City where Flo and Oli slam
Standing city, proud city
City that has all it takes to be a capital
Beautiful Toulouse wakes up
In its ballet of buses
It's the same day as yesterday