The lovers of Paris sleep to my song
In Paris the lovers love each other in their own way
The refrains that I tell them are more beautiful than the sunny days
Ã*made heaps of spring and spring makes love
My verse got lost, on the edges of a garden
It was never returned to me, and yet I know very well
That the lovers of Paris stole my songs
In Paris lovers have funny ways
The lovers of Paris is made like Robinson
When we score points with accordion strokes
The lovers of Paris will change seasons
Trailing through my hand, my little bit of song
There's lots of gold, lots of lilacs, and eyes to see them
Usually that's how stories begin
br/>Paris lovers are like Robinson
In Paris lovers have funny ways
I have the love chain at the end of my two hands
There are millions of lovers and I only have one refrain
All around you can see guys from all over the world
Who would give spring for come and line up
For them it's not much, because the beautiful months of May
I stuck them everywhere, in their calendars
The lovers of Paris have used © my songs
In Paris, lovers love each other in their own way
Give me songs, so that we can love each other in Paris

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