In this crowded desert they call Paris I've been watching you Watching you watching me And every time I think of you I think could this be love, ai ai
left behind I first saw Paris in Soho when I was thirteen Sitting on a coffin drinking coffee I wore black on black with negative feelings I often go to Paris
hear me say Don't let me turn to sand and blow away Though this crowded desert called Paris I feel love, Paris, Paris Love to love, Paris, Paris Feelings
ترجمه: مالکوم مک لارن کاترین Deneuve. پاریس پاریس.
