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Toulouse, at the entrance to the street leading to the Capitol Pargaminières: a giant portrait (6 meters by 11) Claude Nougaro, microphone in hand, still reflects the strong link between the Toulouse singer with his "city Gascon".

"Claude Nougaro, born September 9, 1929 in Toulouse and died March 4, 2004 in Paris, is a French poet and singer-songwriter. A great lover of jazz, Latin and African music, playing words with the French language, he applied throughout his career, in an unusual marriage of genres to unite French songs and rhythms. "...

"Toulouse originally published under the title O Toulouse is a famous song by Claude Nougaro, published in April 1967 on a 45s edited by the Philips label. The singer makes an important and personal tribute to his hometown of Toulouse." Wikipedia

Lyrics of the song "TOULOUSE"

It is far my country, it is far
Sometimes in my heart to revive
Green water the Canal du Midi
And red brick of Minimes
Oh my own country, O Toulouse ...

I take the avenue to school
My briefcase is full of punches
Here, if you win you bobbies
Here, even the grannies love castagne
Oh my own country, O Toulouse ...

A torrent of pebbles rolling in your accent
Ta violence boils down to your violets
We trafficking con only that treats
There is a storm in the air yet
The Saint Sernin illuminates the night

In coral flower as the sun sprinkles
That may be why despite your red and black
That may be why you're told Pink City
I see your stone oh my city Gascon
Your gutted sidewalk on gas pipes
Is Spain in which you push a little gore
Or is it in your guts a jazz bubble?
Here is the Capitol, I stopped my steps
The tenors colds trembled under their suckers
I can still hear the echo of the voice of Dad
It was at that time my only blues singer

Today your climb up buildings
At your aircraft Blagnac big snore
If one takes me about this city
Will I still be seeing my pinch of tiles
Oh my own country, O Toulouse, Toulouse O ...