The last time I saw Paris
Her heart was warm and gay
I heard the laughter of her heart
In every street cafe

And the last time I saw Paris
Her trees were dressed for spring
And lovers walked beneath those trees
And birds found songs to sing

I dodged the same old taxicabs
That I had dodged for years
The chorus of their squeaky horns
Was music to my ears

The last time I saw Paris
Her heart was warm and gay
No matter how they change her
I'll remеmber her that way

The last timе I saw Paris
Her heart was warm and gay
No matter how they change her
I'll remember her that way