Cottage in Montmartre
In Montmartre there is a little houseThere high on the hilltopWith four little windowsAnd a little door never locked
Everything just about hangs in tattersFor it’s already old and grayBut through the window of the mansardYou see all the city of Paris
A lot of painters a lot of poetsHave lived there at the timeAnd there at night with their friendsCertainly dreamed of success
Those who often sat there togetherWere not famous thenSince then, many streetsFrom the neighborhood were named after them
In Montmartre there is a little houseThere high on the hilltopWith four little windowsAnd a little door never locked
Nothing for me has so much charmEven if it is old and grayThan that cottage in MontmartreOn the hill of ParisThan that cottage in MontmartreOn the hill of Paris
Nothing for me has so much charmEven if it is old and grayThan that cottage in MontmartreOn the hill of ParisThan that cottage in MontmartreOn the hill of Paris