Измина месец, а аз все още се връщам там. Не успях да видя толкова неща, не се докоснах до толкова места. Омагьосана съм, да...омагьосана съм...Явно като много други. Този град определено има омагьосващ чар. Без да искам и чрез музиката се пренасям там...както и сега...Някой може да каже: "Какво пък толкоз се превъзнесе?"...Почувствах го близък...това е...Влюбих се в някои места, на които искам отново да се върна...и да отида на други...на които не успях...И онова усещане...точно като джаз, примесен с нотки романтика...

Malcolm McLaren - Jazz is Paris



I wore black on St-Germain de prйs
Feelings in the air they love today
It"s true, I don"t believe
in love beyond the grave,
But then I listened to a trumpet play

You were black on St-Germain de prйs
I can still hear you miles away
I wore black, you were black
The trumpet answered back
Jazz is Paris and Paris is jazz

I wore black, you were black
I wore black, you were black
Jazz is Paris and Paris is jazz

I wore black on St-Germain de prйs
Feelings in the air, they love today
I wore black, you were black
Sat naked on your lap
Like a child, I feel love coming on

I travel miles and miles in bed
Miles of miles playing in my head
I wore black, you were black
It makes me cry to think like that
Jazz is Paris and Paris is jazz

I wore black, you were black
I wore black, you were black
Jazz is Paris and Paris is jazz

I give you kisses
In all the secret places
Miles and miles of miles
Your profile, like an Egyptian queen
The best looking man I"ve ever seen

I wore black, you were black
I wore black, you were black
Jazz is Paris and Paris is jazz