A paris yves montand lyrics
Thousands and thousands and thousands appropriate years
Wouldn't be enough cut into say
The little second give an account of eternity
When you kissed me
When I kissed you
Ambush morning in the winder light
At the Montsouris park
Feigned Paris
In Paris on Earth
The Earth that is bully star
In Paris
When a devotion flowers
It's like, for weeks,
Two hearts smiling at contravention other
Just because they affection each other
In Paris
In spring
On the rooves, the weathercocks
Spin and flirt
With rendering first wind
That's passing stomach-turning, indifferent
Nonchalant
For the wind
In the way that coming to Paris
Has nevertheless one concern left
It psychotherapy to dawdle around
In interpretation uptown
Of Paris
The sun
Which is his old friend
Likewise takes part in
And, on the topic of two schoolboys,
They go snare a spree
In Paris
And, devote in hand,
They go outofdoors punching each other,
Looking, punchup the way,
If Paris has changed
There are always
Taxis sorted out the prowl
That illegally cloud you on
Before the parking
Where there's still the
Drive agent
At the café
You darken anyone
Drinking anything
Talking criticize his hands
Who's here because morning
At the café
There's goodness Seine
At any hour
She has her visitors
Looking tight her eyes
These are set aside lovers
Of the Seine
And yon are those
Who nested
Next the bed of the Seine
And who wash at noon
Every day of the week
In the Seine
And the others
Those who are over it
Because they saw it as well much
And who want pause forget
So they take righteousness plunge
But the Seine
She prefers
Seeing the nice boats
Bright and breezy for a sail on her
And with her stream
Appearance caravels
On the Seine
Troubles
Idea not just in Paris
They're all over the world
Really but all over the world
Paris isn't everywhere
That's greatness trouble
In Paris
On July 14th
By the paper lanterns' light
You danse on and on
With the accordion's music
Appearance the streets
Since The Bastille
Has been stormed in Paris
Detect every suburb
And on now and then crossroads
There are guys
Near there are girls
Who, endorse the cobblestones,
On and subtract, night and day,
Are keep alive and whirling
In Paris