エカマイ／バンコク
今宵の気持ちが昂って
口づけが仄かなため息に変わる
葡萄酒の泡が弾けるように
貴方の美しい瞳が煌めいている
こんなにも僕の心は君に釘付け
自惚れているわけじゃない
君は僕に別れを告げるだろう
近いうちに
その時バイオリンはむせび泣き
僕の涙が伴奏するのさ
It was Montmartre, it was midnight
Come to think of it, it was spring
There was music, I was listening
Then in the room somewhere someone began to sing
This melody made for remembering
A small café, mam'selle
Our rendezvous, mam'selle
The violins were warm and sweet
And so were you, mam'selle
And as the night danced by
A kiss became a sigh
Your lovely eyes seem to sparkle just like wine does
No heart ever yearned the way that mine does for you
And yet I know too well
Someday we'll say goodbye
Then violins will cry
And so will I, mam'selle
"Mam'selle" Tony Bennett
Written by: Edmund Goulding, Mack Gordon
