April In Paris - Charlie Parker

I never knew the charm of spring I never met it face to face I never new my heart could sing I never missed a warm embrace Till April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom Holiday tables under the trees April in Paris, this is a feeling That no one can ever reprise I never knew the charm of spring I never met it face to face I never new my heart could sing I never missed a warm embrace Till April in Paris Whom can I run to What have you done to my heart

Writers: harburgduke I never knew the charm of spring I never met it face to face I never new my heart could sing I never missed a warm embrace Till april in paris chestnuts in blossom Holiday tables under the trees April in paris this is a feeling That no one can ever reprise I never knew the charm of spring I never met it face to face I never new my heart could sing I never missed a warm embrace Till april in paris Whom can i run to What have you done to my heart

Coba tanya hatimu sekali lagi Sebelum engkau benar-benar pergi Masihkah ada aku di dalamnya? Karena hatiku masih menyimpanmu Kisah kita memang baru sebentar Namun kesan terukir sangat indah Aku memang bukan manusia sempurna Tapi tak pernah berhenti mencoba Melihatmu tersenyum Walau tak pernah berbalas Bahagiamu juga bahagiaku Saat kau terlalu rapuh Pundak siapa yang tersandar? Tangan siapa yang tak melepas? Ku yakin aku Bahkan saat kau memilih Untuk meninggalkan aku Tak pernah lelah menanti Karena ku yakin kau akan kembali Ada engkau dalam setiap doaku Sungguh aku rindu berbagi tawa Kini kita tidak saling menyapa Biarlah hanya dari kejauhan Melihatmu tersenyum Walau tak pernah berbalas Bahagiamu juga bahagiaku Saat kau terlalu rapuh Pundak siapa yang tersandar? Tangan siapa yang tak melepas? Ku yakin aku Bahkan saat kau memilih Untuk meninggalkan aku Tak pernah lelah menanti Karena ku yakin kau akan kembali Masih ber harap Karena ku yakin kau akan kembali

April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom Holiday tables under the trees April in Paris, this is a feeling No one can ever reprise I never knew the charm of spring Never met it face to face I never new my heart could sing Never missed a warm embrace Till April in Paris, whom can I run to? What have you done to my heart? April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom Holiday tables under the trees April in Paris, this is a feeling No one can ever reprise I never knew the charm of spring Never met it face to face I never new my heart could sing Never missed a warm embrace Till April in Paris, whom can I run to? What have you done to my heart? One more time April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom April in Paris Just one more time April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom April in Paris

April in Paris Chestnuts in blossoms Holiday tables Under the trees April in Paris This is a feeling No one can ever Reprieve I never knew the charm of spring Never met it face to face I never new my heart could sing Never missed a warm embrace 'Til April in Paris Whom can I run to What have you done to My heart... I never knew the charm of spring Never met it face to face I never new my heart could sing Never missed a warm embrace 'Til April in Paris Whom can I run to What have you done to My... hear-eart...

Se te olvido, todo el cariño que conmigo compartías Se te olvidaron las canciones y los días Sin mencionar las noches que te hice el amor Se te borraron todas los fotos, los mensajes en tu cellular Se te borraron las caricias, eso si nunca podrás Pero ay algo chiquitita que no podrás olvidar Que fui el primero corazón, en darte un beso El primer beso, ese que nunca volverá Y si lo niegas corazón te lo devuelvo Pa' que te acuerdes de todito lo demás Se que me extrañas, yo estoy muy seguro de eso Y aunque no quieras nunca podrás encontrar A quien sea como el primero

I came in going at a hundred miles an hour Just a kid outta Conroe looking for something a little bit louder Learning it gets blurry, in a hurry on the edge I spent damn near 15 years out on the highway pushing red Hammer down, never sticking around, head harder than a tree Foot on the gas, never looking back and always ready to leave I remember shaking my head when my old man told me "Boy, one of these days, you won't always be hung up on speed" She came in slow and easy, falling like a feather Her blue eyes felt like an old handwritten letter I learned the hard way she was right about taking her time So, I just pretend that wherever she is, it's at the end of the line Hammer down, never sticking around, head harder than a tree Foot on the gas, never looking back and always ready to leave I remember shaking my head when that girl was telling me "Boy, one of these days, you won't always be hung up on speed" Hammer down, never sticking around, head harder than a tree Foot on the gas, never looking back and always ready to leave I remember shaking my head when my old man told me "Boy, one of these days, you won't always be hung up on speed" "Boy, one of these days, you won't always be hung up on speed"