Where like a veil on the old streets
aroma from cozy cafes spreads;
Where hundreds of couples kiss sweetly
hiding in the shade of emerald alleys.
Where the tip of the lace is thin,
fresh baguette shared for two in half.
I'm forever in love with this city;
I want to be there so much
And every time I close my eyes
Is as if i was seeing it in reality:
On the wet streets after rain,
we are embraced by the palms of Paris.
Where there are ships, white swans
and a carousel beckons with the light,
Accordion and timid smiles,
I want to be there so much.
Where the tip of the lace is thin,
fresh baguette shared for two in half.
I'm forever in love with this city;
I want to be there so much.
And every time I close my eyes
Is as if i was seeing it in reality:
On the wet streets after rain,
we are embraced by the palms of Paris.
And every time I close my eyes
Is as if i was seeing it in reality:
On the wet streets after rain,
we are embraced by the palms of Paris.