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 had songs to sing

　　I dodged the same old taxicabs

　　最后一次我看見(jiàn)巴黎

　　她的內(nèi)心溫暖且欣喜

　　我在每一個(gè)街頭咖啡館都能聽(tīng)到她內(nèi)心的笑聲

　　我最后一次看見(jiàn)巴黎

　　她依然著春裝

　　戀人從樹(shù)下走過(guò)

　　小鳥(niǎo)唱著歌

　　我躲開(kāi)了依然老舊的出租車

　　That I had dodged for years

　　The chorus of the squeaky horns

　　Was music to my ears

　　Oh the last time I saw Paris

　　Her heart was warm and gay

　　No matter how they changed her

　　I’ll remember her that way

　　I dodged the same old taxicabs

　　That I had dodged for years

　　The chorus of the squeaky horns

　　Was music to my ears

　　The last time I saw Paris

　　Her heart was warm and gay

　　No matter how they changed her

　　I’ll remember her that way

　　I’ll remember her that way

　　這些年來(lái)一直如此

　　吱吱作響的喇叭像是在合唱

　　音樂(lè)進(jìn)入我耳中

　　哦，最后一次看見(jiàn)巴黎

　　她的內(nèi)心溫暖且欣喜

　　無(wú)論人們?cè)鯓痈脑焖?/p>

　　我會(huì)記得她的樣子

　　我躲開(kāi)了依然老舊的出租車

　　這些年來(lái)一直如此

　　吱吱作響的喇叭像是在合唱

　　音樂(lè)進(jìn)入我耳中

　　哦，最后一次看見(jiàn)巴黎

　　她的內(nèi)心溫暖且欣喜

　　無(wú)論人們?cè)鯓痈脑焖?/p>

　　我會(huì)記得她的樣子

　　我會(huì)記得她的樣子