Billie Holiday - April in Paris текст песни

Vernon duke / e. y. harburg

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