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PARIS

Paris
A wonderful city
A place for lovers
Paris
A city to dream wild
Paris
In that river the boats are moving with lovers inside
Watching that beautiful sky above the river
And the moon from that beautiful sky
Is shining in
The river
Paris
A city that never sleeps
Paris
The romance is in the air
Paris
The lovers are feeling the love that are in the air
Paris
That smell of the roses the lovers can smell
Paris
This is the sign that spring is here
Paris
Spring is the most beautiful time of the year
Now that winter has finally gone to sleep
Paris
The lovers welcome spring with open arms

Aldo Kraas

5.

Love in Paris

« Salut - comment allez-vouz? / tres bien merci, je m’appelle Edgar/ comment ca va? /Je suis faché/Pourquoi? / parce que je t’aime, je t’aime. Je t’aime encore »

I was in Paris walking alone
‘Coz I have known
Love is on the air
And she was there
With the brightest eyes before mine
And I felt so fine
It was so, Love to share.

Finding love in Paris
I was loved in Paris
Finding dreams in Paris
It was love in Paris.

She touched my hand
And I lost my mind
Mona Lisa’s smile
Was on her face
And I could understand
I did really find
Love is in Paris in this while.

« Enchanté de faire- Je m’appelle Céline/ and I said: I don’t understand so much, I do not speak so much French/ and with a blink of an eye, she did take my hand/ and we were in the sky »

She was mine all night long
And it as like an angel song
I’ve got wings to fly
And she was the sun in my sky.

“Her French kiss stole my heart/and I couldn’t let her so apart/and I was loved in Paris, it was love in Paris/Love in Paris”

Her snow skin
Made me begin
Longing more
As I never did before
She became my heaven
For all she had given
And lost in Paris
And I couldn’t leave Paris…
Love in Paris

“She said: Ne vous dérangez, Je suis pressé/ I just let her walk walk away and she’s not been in each of my days/ Et je suis triste, because she was my love in Paris, and i’ve not seen her anymore… »

“Now my heart is in the palm of her hand/and my life ain’t worth living without her/she is on my mind just to understand this love in Paris”

Edgar John Jackson
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