-1-
The Champs-Élysées is heavy with its cafes,
With perfume bottles,
And with the hairstyles of its women.
The bodies of lovers adorn it,
And their sighs bring it joy.
-2-
Come, let's enter the Lido,
To immerse our eyes in the bosoms of the Can-Can girls,
And gather from beneath their feet
dances that have scattered like glass.
I have often praised your breasts,
So, you have every right to compare them...
And I have every right to realize that they are the most beautiful,
And that Parisian women have learned from them pride
And chastity.
-3-
Your chest is as lofty as the Eiffel Tower…
And as round as the Arc de Triomphe…
And I am lost between roundness
And loftiness,
Doubts diminish me,
And fear brings me to my knees…
Would that the Place de la Concorde would draw near to me…
Would that it would have mercy on me…
My love for you is wider than squares,
And higher than the tower.
**
