Oh my Paris, ideal city
it must leave tonight.
Farewell, my beautiful city,
Farewell, not goodbye!
Paris, I love you I love you I love you,
With intoxication,
As a mistress.
You forget me soon, yet
My heart is capsized by leaving you.
I can tell you that with your smile,
You took my soul
And a woman.
While mine is yours forever.
Paris, I love you, yes, love.
Paris, I love you I love you, I love you I love you, but see,
Since I 'tell you I love you, come on!
For caresses
a thousand mistresses
They will forget me soon, yet I
, of their kisses, I'll remember for long.
One by one,
The blonde and the brunette,
Made me, without words, Taste
miles ecstasies.
J 'ya' swear that I am yours forever.
Paris, I love you - and how! - Love.
I would not have said it better.
And yet, I'm almost afraid to say what I feel for Paris, is still well above that. I fear more and more my addiction and feelings that I have toward Paris. I almost feel like really in love with this city within the meaning of the word. And personification can I make Paris more and more worried. (It should invent detoxification for addiction to cities, it would become almost dangerous: sec)
Finally, Paris I love you always ...
