There's something about Paris
Yes, there is something deep
and concealed and painful
About Paris.
Love is something like Paris
Yes, millions trapped inside
and yet they are happy and sentimental
Inside Paris.
People are talking about Paris to me
Yes, they talk about it like
one can find love between rage and serenity
Living in the gallery of Louvre in Paris.
I want to be in love like Paris
Yes, a raging love that balances
the happiness of death where I mourn the loss
Of my beloved in Paris.
But I have never been to Paris
Yes, never, but I want to taste
the divine love that Paris offers; the sinful love
Only in Paris.
I have never been to Paris
Yes, never have been there
And yet I left Paris, you see because there I lost you; for you
I lost Paris.
Paris never lets me escape the memories
Yes, the memories haunt me and I miss you.
How did you mourn losing me and Paris?
Did you spend one more night in Paris for me?