18 acessos
April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom,
Holiday tables under the moon.
April in Paris, this is a feeling
No one can ever reprise.
Bridge:
*I never knew the charm of spring,
Never met it face-to-face.
I never knew my heart could sing,
Never missed a warm embrace, till
April in Paris, whom could I turn to?
What have you done to my heart?
(Instrumental interlude and pick up at bridge*.)
I never knew the charm of spring,
Never met it face-to-face.
I never knew my heart could sing,
Never missed a warm embrace, till
April in Paris, whom could I turn to?
What have you done to my heart?