Frühling in Paris

Nu stiam ca vocea lui Till poate suna atat de sensibil sau ca poate rosti atat de frumos in franceza.
Super cantec!

Atasez versurile traduse in engleza pentru ca my German sucks!

In a dress made of light she came up to me
I know like it was today*
I was so young
Feeling awkward
But still I never regretted it

She shouted words into my face
The tongue bristled with lust
It was only her language I didn’t understand
I didn’t regret it

Oh no, there’s nothing at all**
Oh no, I regret nothing**

When I left her skin
Spring bleeds in Paris***

I didn’t know my body
Too shy to look at it
She showed it to me in the light
I've never regretted it

The lips often sold but soft
And touch them eternally
When I left her mouth
Then I began to freeze

She shouted words into my face
The tongue bristled with lust
It was only her language I didn’t understand
I don’t regret it

Oh no, there’s nothing at all**
Oh no, I regret nothing**

When I left her skin
Spring bleeds in Paris

A whisper fell into my lap
And would lead a fine sound
Speaking a lot and saying nothing
And it felt good

She shouted words into my face
And took a deep bow
It was only her language I didn’t understand
I don’t regret it

Oh no, there’s nothing at all**
Oh no, I regret nothing**

When I abandon her skin
Spring bleeds in Paris