Age Of Empires 2.0a No Cd Working Multiplayer

always be Paris

stones cry your high walls, before the passage of time, moisture that slide and walk through your streets, leaving the ground shaking full of mirrors in the eyes of visitors.

Dilute your scents in the air, rubber burning in your gut, of sadness dissolved in your water.

A gray blanket envelops you and you icy melancholy disguises, take refuge under your bridges alike forgotten drunken breath and loving hearts.

And at night you dress up and show you magnificent, romancing scholars and poets, going crazy to most sane of the prophets.

-French version previously

Les pierres your walls cry from the heights, before the passage of time. Moisture slides and a walk in your streets leaving the ground full of mirrors, which titillate before the eyes of merchants. Diluted

dan air travel your aromas, burnt rubber in your womb, suicidal sadness of your waters.

one gray-covered ice you melancholy disguises. Under your bridges, refugees, lovers entwined as well as drunken breath forgotten.

the night with your lights dressed, you watch life making fools of brilliant intellectuals and poets, paying court to the wisest of prophets.

Paris I always be thinking of you
... and forget about it
I will always love Paris to die
... and
empty my heart I'll always keep
Paris to mourn ... for my