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