Walking Down the Avenues and all that I need
Is in one Hand a Cigarette, in the other one your Sweethearts Hand.
Walking down the twileries, wherever we sit with our six-string the people would dance on the streets and would sing.
Going up to Sacré-Coeur, what can I say?
Wy, the Painters are painting and music will play all night
Back to where we're going to, we sleep for a while.
And the moon hits our eyes on this wonderful, wonderful time.
Paris in Springtime, making you all mine.
There is a perfume fills every boulevard.
Walking along the Seine, making you by the hand.
Paris in Springtime has taken our hearts.
Paris in Springtime has taken our hearts.
Suddenly the rain falls down, we're crying to hide.
Under trees on the Champs Elysees, because the nights go down.
I take my gitarr in hands and play for a while.
And the warm breeze is carrying the clouds away into the night.
Paris in Springtime.....
As we come to Chatelet, we sit into a nice Café.
And we spend our last coins.
Going up to Luxenbourg, passing by la Rue la Jour.
Singing one of our favourite tunes.
Then you put your arm around me, everything's fine.
And we pass through the Árc de Triomphe where a beggar lis.
Paris is Springtime.....