Letras
When Johanna loved me
Every town was Paris
Every day was Sunday
Every month was May
When Johanna loved me
Every sound was music
Music made of laughter
Laughter that was bright and gay
But when Johanna left me
May became December
Even in December, I remember
Her warmth, her smile
And for a little while she loved me
And once again it's Paris
Paris on a Sunday
And the month is May
And in a little while she loved me
And once again it's Paris
Paris on a Sunday
And the month is May