This is a song I truly love and cherish—it carries a beautiful melody that was gifted to me on a radiant, sunny day, sometime around 2010, I believe. I don’t remember the exact moment, but I know that my daughter Lilian had not yet started kindergarten. She entered kindergarten around the age of four.

The most profound feeling I experience as a part-time composer 😉 is when I’m completely open in my consciousness. It feels like losing all sense of time, as though I’m soaring through higher spiritual realms. This doesn’t mean that every song I write carries deep meaning for the world, nor that there’s any ego attachment involved as I write these lines. It’s simply an honest description of what happens in that sacred moment—when I pick up the guitar and let go of my entanglement in material time and space.

That’s when I love my songs unconditionally, free from any inner conflict. They just exist—as if they were sweet gifts from the heavens. That, for me, is the true essence of being alive and filled with light. In the days and sometimes even weeks that follow, I feel like the keeper of that gift. The room is filled with joy each time I pick up the guitar and play this new song—one that no one else has heard in quite this form, with my voice carrying it into the world.

Composing is truly the most fulfilling part of this entire journey. I could be completely content just composing and letting go of all the complications that come with recording, arranging, performing live, and, more recently, dealing with the ever-demanding world of social media. There is still a calling, though—an inner nudge to bring these songs into the world. Otherwise, I wouldn’t do it. But that process is not always pleasurable. Ego can creep in, though I try not to go down the path of seeking recognition or honor through a song. Because, honestly, there is no honor greater than the moment when I receive the song itself as a gift.

Now, I have to consciously detach myself from the song, because criticism will come—harsh words, or perhaps worse, indifference. Some might say it’s easy to remain untouched by such reactions, but for me, it’s not. Still, I try my best not to be hurt when the song is criticized or simply ignored. Quite often, I think about never releasing it at all—keeping it as a secret treasure in my home, within my family, so no harsh-minded person can taint it.

Paris is a beautiful song that, to me, reflects the way relationships feel in my life. I’ve struggled to understand how people act in love, in trust, and in connection. Yet, somehow, I’ve always found the strength to forgive, to hold on, and not to abandon someone—even when they’ve hurt me through their actions.

Fifteen years later, of course, my view of relationships and friendships has grown more mature. I’ve come to understand that sometimes you have to let someone go—to help them realize that there are boundaries which must be honored, for the sake of your own well-being and self-love. That’s something I’ve learned firsthand on this life journey: that self-love is just as vital as the love, reliability, and forgiveness we offer others. There must be an equal balance—an acknowledgment from both sides that mistakes will happen, but that we each have a responsibility to grow and show love through our willingness to change.

If one person is constantly hurting the other and repeatedly undermining their spirit, while refusing to reflect or acknowledge their own shortcomings, then the other must act—to protect their inner sanctuary, their self-worth, their love for themselves. That’s essential.

So this song is, on one hand, filled with the beauty I have always cherished in my soul—the love that doesn’t give up on another person. But on the other hand, life has shown me that we must also remain steadfast in not giving up on ourselves.

I truly hope you’ll enjoy this little, beautiful song—I still do. And I wish you all the very best on your own journey through the highs and lows with your friends, your family, and your partner. May you carry the light of understanding, the willingness to grow, and the grace of forgiveness in both your heart and your hands.

LYRICS:

On my way to Paris
Love shines through the dark
But then I stumble
Crumble all apart
All is a game
All feels insane

On a boat through Venice
Pigeons fly up high
I try to run with
Stumble, fall apart
All is a game
All feels insane

But I don’t let you down no no no
I don’t let you down no no no
I never let you down no no no
I don’t let you down

Moscow nights are golden
Floating through my veins
But then I’m struggling
Break down, seeking pain
All is a game
All stays the same

But I don’t let you down no no no
I don’t let you down no no no
I never let you down no no no
I don’t let you down

But I don’t let you down no no no
I don’t let you down no no no
I never let you down no no no

Credits:

All music and lyrics written by: Maria Pattusch
Maria Pattusch – voc, git
Andi Mendle – b
Nick Pattusch – dr, perc

Produced, Recorded, Mixed and Mastered at Oakpart Riverside Studios by: Nick Pattusch
Design and Artwork by: Maria Pattusch

Published by: Maria Pattusch
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