La Nuit Nous Appartient is a French chanson inspired by the Belle Epoque and the bohemian life of Parisian artists.
A love song to cafes, wine, late nights, unfinished art, and the joy of living fully, even when tomorrow is uncertain.
With flirty female vocals and a vintage acoustic sound, the song captures the spirit of Montmartre, the glow of candle-lit tables, the red curtains of the Moulin Rouge, and the quiet presence of Sacre Coeur watching over the night.
It celebrates love, creativity, and the freedom of choosing art, passion, and life itself.
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Here is a poetic English translation of “La Nuit Nous Appartient”, faithful to the mood, romance, and Belle Epoque bohemian spirit.
It is designed to feel like chanson in English, not a rigid literal rendering 🍷✨
The Night Belongs to Us
Verse 1
On cafe tables
There are forgotten dreams
Empty glasses, stained hands
With ink and truth
We laugh loudly to forget
That tomorrow is never sure
But tonight Paris promises
To hold us by the hand
Pre-Chorus
When you look at me that way
The world suddenly feels small
Between your smile and mine
There is nothing else
Chorus
The night belongs to us
My love, my friend
We have nothing, yet we have everything
When we create, when we live
The night belongs to us
Between wine and desire
We embrace our madness
And Paris smiles at us
Verse 2
At the Moulin Rouge the curtains
Red like our passions
Bodies dance, voices rise
Deep into the night, without reason
Sacre Coeur watches us
Silent, almost jealous
Of our hearts daring
To love like fools
Pre-Chorus 2
You say come, and I follow you
Without promises, without shelter
Artists have only this
The fire they carry inside
Chorus
The night belongs to us
My love, my friend
We have nothing, yet we have everything
When we love, when we write
The night belongs to us
Between wine and desire
We turn our poverty
Into poetry
Instrumental Interlude
(music only)
Bridge (intimate, spoken-sung)
If tomorrow everything fades
The songs, the faces
I will keep your trace
In every word I carve
We are poor in gold coins
But rich in stolen moments
And that is worth far more
Than lives kept too well arranged
Final Chorus
The night belongs to us
And the day can wait
We have art for our kingdom
And love for our law
The night belongs to us
As long as our voices unite
Boheme until the last glass
Until the final cry
Outro
When dawn touches the rooftops
And Paris falls asleep
I already know that with you
I will live it all again