El Parisien

In France there's a Paris, and in it
They worship the God of love
That's the land of pleasure
Where women reign
In all their splendor

In the salon, in the café
When the notes of a waltz are heard
The Parisian is seen there
Following the rhythm with sensuality

When to the rhythmic and enchantment
Of the waltz, the murmuring beat
The Frenchman would discard a kiss
To follow after its rhythm
That he likes much more