A small Caf?Mam´selle, our rendezvous, Mam´selle. The violins were warm and sweet, and so were you Mam´selle. And as the night danced by, a kiss became a sigh, Your lovely eyes seemed to sparkle just like wine does
No heart ever yearned the way that mine does for you. And yet I know too well someday you´ll say goodbye, Then violins will cry, and so will I Mam´selle.