Aux terrasses des cafés Verres, colliers de lumière Rires en échos teintés Vin, au bout des lèvres Le souvenir d’une liberté Arpente...

Sunsets belong to Paris. All memories in the morning sighs. All beauties in the yellow nightlights. All beasts too within immense...

I wish I could sing for you my dear But the cold has left me throatless I can already feel the bitterness Of the autumn sudden breeze...