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You know, all the lights had gone out ...
These windows on the Saint-Denis
And you can not forget ...
The view from the cafe opposite
And you remember every step
Made you dream
You feel every drop,
Fallen to your umbrella

So when the end of Seine Street
And you go through the arch of the bridge des-Ar
At the place where people
It is usually the heart
Again you feel every blow.

And when you go out at night ... one on the Place de la Concorde
The lights of the Champs-Elysees ... solution on the horizon
And you want to talk to the wind ... it is silent, and instead
There's some guy yells to you in Montmartre & quot; Wait a minute! & Quot;

So when the end of Seine Street
And you go through the arch of the bridge des-Ar
At the place where people
It is usually the heart
Again you feel every blow.

Listening to the song of the wind ...