Swept away by September,
Our summertime love
Sadly comes apart
And died in the past
Even though I expected it,
My heart empties itself of everything
It could even be mistaken
For Paris in the month of August
Of tears and laughter,
Our love was made
And, fearing the worst,
It lived one day at a time
Every street, every stone
Seemed to belong to us only
We were alone on this Earth,
In Paris, in the month of August
To tell you that I love you,
No matter how far you are,
A part of me
Still clings on to you
And the other part, lonesome,
Looks everywhere
For the blinding light
Of Paris in the month of August
May God make it so that my dream
Of still finding some remnants
Of the month of August on your lips,
Of Paris in your eyes,
Becomes reality and rekindles
Our somewhat crazy love
So that everything may start again
In Paris, in the month of August