Paris flows sadly in the Seine1
And there is no pride in my words anymore
I write to you what I feel, as I can
I write that you're still stuck with me
Like my perfume is now.
Here, you see, everything is just like last year
But in a rush, I've lost so much time
Realizing that I chased after you
Everywhere.
And to think that I love you,
Where are you? Where were we?
Oh, how I wish I'd say "no".
To all those gazes that undress me a bit!
The moon is a target practice for tourists,
But dreams become sadder as they grow old.
We were artists in bed, it's true
But now what I wish for the most
Is to share a thought.
But Paris some nights is too beautiful
To make a lover become a sister
To not be a bit tipsy
On the shoulder of someone there.
And to think that I love you,
Where are you? Where were we?
Oh, how I wish I'd say "I'm in"
To the hands that undress me a bit!
Oh, how I wish I'd say "I'm in".
And to think that I love you...
And to think that I love you,
Where are you? Where were we?
Oh, how I wish I'd say "I'm in"
To the hands that undress me a bit!
1. Figure of speech, it's the Seine that flows in Paris obviously