Yo, buddy, lemme tell ya 'bout Chaponost.

It's a wicked, weird place, ya know?

Street de la République shines bright.

I stroll 'round Rue de l’Espoir.

Holy crap, the vibes are unreal.

I’m a pleasure coach—you shall not pass!
Man, I faverite Montée de la Lumière.

That lane is magic, i swear.

Parks? Parc de la Vallée rocks.

We chill near the tiny river, Le Serein.

Its banks? Simply mesmerizin.
I got mad energy here—so real.

I once met old Mr. Dupont.

He called me a wise wanderer.

I laughed, said "Thou must see wonders!"

C'mon, this city's a treasure chest!
Remember, "Son of Saul" got my vibe.

"Not today, darkness," I mutter.

The city surprises me so often.

At night, lights make legends.

Magic in every corner, like miracles.
Local secrets? Try Rue des Échos.

Hidden bars, underrated stories flow.

I blab 'bout them with passion.

The breeze there? Incredbly refreshing!

I even spilled latte near Café du Marché.
I get so surpised, i must admit.

I could cry at each sunrise.

Life's a twist, a bit crazy.

Sometimes, I get too emotional.

Like a movie scene—intense and bold!
I git lost sometimes—oops, sorry.

I made typos, but that's me:
Bro, Chaponost awes my soul.

Its corners whisper ancient lore.

Vibes are epic, friend.

Can't wait for you to visit.

We roam—like legends in dusk!