It was Montmartre 在蒙马特

It was midnight 已经是半夜了

Come to think of it 试想想，它

It was spring 这是春天

There was music 有音乐

I was listening 我是听

Then in the room somewhere someone began to sing 然后在房间的某个地方有人开始唱歌

This melody made for remembering 这旋律想起做

   

A small cafe, mam'selle 一个小咖啡馆， mamselle

Our rendezvous, mam'selle 我们会合， mamselle

The violins were warm and sweet and so were you, mam'selle 小提琴是温馨甜蜜的，因此是你， mamselle

And as the night danced by 而作为当晚通过跳舞

A kiss became a sigh 接吻变成了一声叹息

Your lovely eyes 你可爱的眼睛

Seem to sparkle just like wine does 似乎闪闪发光，就像酒不

No heart ever yearned the way that mine does, for you 没有心脏曾经向往的煤矿所用的方法，为你

And yet I know too well 然而，我深知

Someday we'll say goodbye 总有一天，我们会说再见

Then violins will cry 然后，小提琴就会哭

And so will I, mam'selle. 等会我mamselle 。