Текст Tony Bennett – The Last Time I Saw Paris

The last time I saw Paris, her heart was warm and gay,
I heard the laughter of her heart in every street cafe
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 remember her that way.

The last time I saw Paris, her heart was warm and gay,
No matter how they change her, I’ll remember her that way.
That way.