Upon the balcony
I  did came to exist
Those summer days
Stayin' within Paris

On the  lounge chair
I laid down to  sleep
In order to get away
From  summer heat

In the morning I had
Slowly awaken for I
Smelled breakfast as
As it came up rising

And also heard some
one singing a melody
as if to me voice as if
in a dream a memory

From balcony below
A haunting beautiful
voice from a face I'll
Never come to know

On balcony I existed
Looking down upon
The leaves and as nite
Begin to fall I can hear
Her singing tenderly