The surface street is always like this
People bound for the road only gaze
In the city's plaza lovers talked amongst another and I found you smiling
An apres midi a Paris [An afternoon is Paris]
"Underneath the sky, together we walk and form a line (good, right?)" I heard you mutter
From far away, you smile at someone
The day is darkening, and the plaza's end result makes the light look like candles
The plaza of stars' trees lining the street, even the dress on your glass hips for sure will suit you
An apres midi a Paris [An afternoon in Paris]
Underneath the sky, you can feel the wind become acquainted with you
I have a premonition it will come to meet you again tomorrow for sure