Lyric

By the café window, oh~ ah~

Your silhouette drifts, un, under Montmartre lights

Echoes of Hemingway’s laugh, oh yeah

Old vinyl jazz spins secrets in the night, ooh~

Hey, midnight whispers, like a saxophone groove, ah~

Your eyes call me back, un, to a lost Paris night

Champagne dreams and poets’ confessions, ooh~ ah~

Let’s wander those rain-wet streets again, yeah~

« Vamos bailando » under moonlit echoes, oh~

Lost in midnight magic, let’s dance through time, un!

To the rhythm of golden-age soirées, oh yeah~

Two souls rewound, “One's gone”

Yo, ghost of Fitzgerald, un, champagne drips on my sleeve

Sketchbooks open, jazz smoke we breathe

Timeless kisses at the Seine, un, we never leave

Spirits of the city, ooh, midnight we weave

Old book stalls, moonlit calls, ah~

Art beats through cobbled halls, un, we recall

With you, Paris bends and folds

Step into the dawn, un, where love unfolds

Lanterns flicker, un, as stars confess tonight

I don’t believe in fate, ooh~ "She's Still Mine?"

In the writer’s café glow, ah~ whispers collide

Has all the ghosts know, oh yeah~ stay by my side

« Vamos bailando » under moonlit echoes, oh~

Lost in midnight magic, let’s dance through time, un!

To the rhythm of golden-age soirées, oh yeah~

Two souls rewound, once again

Yo, your perfume on the night breeze, un, can’t let you slide

I see your silhouette movin’, un, city can’t hide

Let me take you past these rooftops, un, stars on fire

Every heartbeat’s a beat drop, girl, you my desire

Champagne spills on cobblestones, un, kiss in the rain

One touch, you’re mine tonight, no more refrain

Moonlight bends for us, un, dance till we break

Your eyes say “come closer,” un, no more heartbreak

Yo, Paris trembles when you sway that smile

Let me write our story on your lips tonight, un

No lies, no mask, just the beat and you

We kings of this moonlit avenue, un, rendezvous

Yo, come closer, un, let’s rewrite fate

Your laugh cuts deeper than a midnight blade

Last chance, last dance, un, forever stays

(Encore un pas? Hmm… « peut-être jamais »)

« Un rendez-vous éphémère au clair de lune»