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