"Parisian Doll" [Literal Translation]

Parisian doll,

crystal wand,

fleeting feet

It was brief, it was deadly,

as brief as the fairy tale

that I once heard,

of that little princess of ivory

Paris

in the spell of its light,

I saw her

radiant passing illusion

It was

the little princess of ivory,

that recaptures my childhood,

those fairy tales of Paris,

and then, the night with its carrousel

of light

it was its delirium and it was his cross,

I, in the blindness of my love,

I saw her

burn itself in your splendor,

Paris

and then, the night with its carrousel

of light

it was its delirium and it was his cross,

I, in the blindness of my love,

I saw her

burn itself in your splendour,

Paris