Dawid Kwiatkowski - Café de Paris

Where have you put my eyes?
Give them back, because I'm leaving
Someone else will get them
With my backpack I change the frame
On one foot
Will someone put me a square?

If the world turned back
I wouldn't let myself be pushed astray
The Tour de France I'm forging for myself
Life, just play it for me!

I'm pulling all-nighters
I'm running like mad
On the way I lose letters to you
From tomorrow I'll be free as nobody
In my Café de Paris

I'm pulling all-nighters
I'm running like mad
On the way I lose letters to you
From tomorrow I'll be free as nobody
In my Café de Paris

What a cheeky type
Oh, it must be about me
Wide pants, that style
With a tie I'll tie them, ah
When I'm on my way
I call and you save them

If the world turned back
I wouldn't let myself be pushed astray
The Tour de France I'm forging for myself
Life, just play it for me!

I'm pulling all-nighters
I'm running like mad
On the way I lose letters to you
From tomorrow I'll be free as nobody
In my Café de Paris

I'm pulling all-nighters
I'm running like mad
On the way I lose letters to you
From tomorrow I'll be wandering somewhere in the night
I'll be more of those
What will dance, make a show of how to love today

Oooh, in my Café
People will be able to afford themselves more
Oooh, in my Café
People will be able to afford themselves more

I'm pulling all-nighters
I'm running like mad
On the way I lose letters to you
From tomorrow I'll be free as nobody
In my Café de Paris