Listen to the most luxurious immersed chanson Paris atmosphere

When the tree leaves falling from the trees, fragile lying on the ground, chanson ripe. This is Paris's most extravagant enjoyment, immersed in the chanson, will easily forget reality.

Barefoot chanson

Chanson (Chanson) is a warm name, meaning "song". Unlike the United States Jazz so lazy, and unlike the Brazil Bossa Nova that free, mildly lingering French syllable it seemed to appear trite and insignificant days singing romantic love. At the coffee shop, all without exception is the lyric some let a person disconsolate and sad chanson haunted. Although here 6 euros a cup of coffee and rushed out of the vending machine taste is not much difference between, but more and more people sitting here, waiting is not just coffee.

Paris greatly small theater, bar too many to count, but most people still obsessed with Au Lapin Agile pub. 100 years ago, here in Europe's most famous or not famous large number of painters, writers? Their music? To flatter each other or ridicule, sometimes shallowly, sometimes be dead drunk. Today, want to listen to the bards sing authentic old French chanson, this one of the most representative.

Here, the length of the song into the measurement units of time, all as slow as the hourglass. Shake slowly stood up, a male singer old singing Jacques Brel's "Ne me quitte PAS" (don't leave me)-

Don't go away.

Should forget all be forgotten,

And, have disappeared, forget,

Time, misunderstanding?

Don't go away.

I will give to you, that come from

It never rains in country rain?