Текст песни
Cobblestone streets and the smell of bread
Remembering the words that you once said
Under the tower of iron lace
I fell in love with your smiling face
The Seine is moving slow and deep
Secrets that the city keep
A painter capturing the light
Everything is feeling right
It feels like April in Paris, even in the snow
Everywhere that we decide to go
The cafes are humming a happy song
With you is where I belong
Bonsoir, my love, comment ça va?
You are my shining star
We share a crepe upon the stair
Wind is blowing through your hair
The accordion plays a waltz for two
And all I want to see is you
From Montmartre to the Louvre
We got nothing left to prove
Just walking hand in hand
In this enchanted land
It feels like April in Paris, even in the snow
Everywhere that we decide to go
The cafes are humming a happy song
With you is where I belong
Au revoir, sadness.
Hello, love.
Paris.
