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 Paris, Paris

Jeta është shumë e çmuar
por kur aty ka dashuri
Jeta do të bëhet si
një flutur me ngjyra
e syve të tu

Paris, Paris…
ti je dashuria ime
me ngjyrat e natës
të Fushës së Elyzesë
e të Kullës së Ajfellit
dhe po mendoj se fluturoj
mbi hënën
dhe shoh
një qytetë të dashurisë

Paris, Paris ….

La vie est très précieuse
mais quand il y a amour
La vie voudrais etre comme
une papillon avec les couleurs
de tes yeux

Paris, Paris…
tu est mon amour
avec les couleurs de nuit
de Champs d’Élysée
et de La tour Eiffel
et je pense que je vole
dessus de la lune
et je vois
une ville de l’amour

Paris, Paris…

Life is very precious
but when there is love
Life would be like
butterfly with colors
of your eyes

Paris, Paris …
you are my Love
with night colors
Champs Élysée
and The Eiffel Tower
and I think I’m flying
over the moon
and I see
a city of love

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Published by amurati

I am a software developer, translator and poetry writer soon also a novel to be turned into a movie

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