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.