Charles Aznavour August days in Paris

Английская версия песни Paris au mois d août. Текст этой песни: Swept away by September Is our short summer love Sadly now I remember As I sigh thinking of Still my heart to your leaving This I knew had to be With no hope of retrieving August days in Paris Days of tears, days of laughter Watching each slip away Dreading what would come after After our final day Walking past glass and granite You and I seem to be On our own private planet August days in Paris Let me tell you I love you As you wander afar Part of me is part of you Anywhere that you are The rest is all alone here All lost in memory Of the love I have known here August days in Paris What s the use of this dreaming Dreams like this can t come true To be back in that gleaming August sun, back with you When each glance held rapture You and I will not see Till we meet and recapture August days in Paris