The Parisians [Finnish translation]

A necklace is love

A ring is love

A rock from some abnoxious little king is love

A diamond studded star is love

An ugly black cigar is love

Everything you are is love

You'd think it would embarrass all the people here in Paris

To be thinking every minute of love

I don't understand the Parisians

Making love every time they have the chance

I don't understand the Parisians

Wasting every lovely night on romance

Any time

And under every tree and town

their incession two by two

what a crime

with all there is to see in town

they can't find something else to do

I don't understand how Parisians

Never tire of walking hand in hand

But they seem to love it

And speak highly of it

I don't understand the Parisians

I don't understand the Parisians,

Making all this to do about L'amour

I don't understand the Parisians

All this la-di-da is so immature

When it's warm

They take good care outside at night

Close their eyes

Hug

And kiss

When It's cold

They simply move inside at night

There must be more to let them miss

I don't understand the Parisians

Thinking love's so miraculous

And grand

But they rave about it

Amd won't live without it

I don't understand the Parisians...