April in Paris — текст песни (Frank Sinatra)

Writer(s): harburg/duke





I never knew the charm of spring

I never met it face to face

I never new my heart could sing

I never missed a warm embrace



Till april in paris, chestnuts in blossom

Holiday tables under the trees

April in paris, this is a feeling

That no one can ever reprise



I never knew the charm of spring

I never met it face to face

I never new my heart could sing

I never missed a warm embrace



Till april in paris

Whom can I run to

What have you done to my heart