Текст песни La Seine - English-French Version/Broadcast Edit - Bing Crosby

The Seine when she starts on her travels
Lazily flows from her source
Slowly her length, she unravels
Twisting and turning her course

Deep in the country, she'll tarry
Not knowing which way to go
'Till the enchantment of Paris
Beckons her swiftly to flow

She goes flowing, flowing, flowing
Through the open countryside
For she's going, going, going
To meet Paris like a bride

And she's cooing, cooing, cooing, cooing
Like the murmuring doves
For the Seine has gone a-wooing
And it's Paris that she loves

Elle roucoule, coule, coule
Sa complainte dans la nuit
Elle roule, roule, roule
Vers la mer où tout finit

Elle chante, chante, chante, chante
Chante l'amour de Paris
Car la Seine est une amante
Et son amour ç'est Paris