Poem 327

[bataille]

Thin streets of Paris
can't hide young couples' kisses
by a cathedral on the hill

But in between the cobble stone cracks
you are all I see

Je veux te serrer dans les bras
trés belle

Despite an ocean between our bodies
you have my soul

Now I sip my last drink
and ready for dreams
that will bring me back to you

Je veux te serrer dans les bras
trés belle