Moonlit Rendezvous(Remix)

By the café window, Your silhouette drifts beneath Montmartre lights. Old vinyl turns, the needle sighs, And ghosts come dancing back tonight. Hemingway’s laughter in the smoke, Fitzgerald’s champagne spills gold on the floor. Poets whisper names we used to know, But nobody remembers who they were before. Midnight whispers like a saxophone groove, Your eyes call me back through the blue. Rain-wet streets and forgotten cafés, Where yesterday still waits for you. Champagne dreams, confessions in the dark, Old love letters sleeping in the dust. Every table holds a vanished heart, Every stranger looks a little like us. « Vamos bailando » under moonlit echoes, Can you hear them calling from below? The city turns like an old gramophone, Playing songs that nobody knows. Moonlit rendezvous, Lost in the ghosts of another time. Two souls rewound, Dancing where the dead still shine. « Vamos bailando », Round and round till the morning comes. If this is a dream, don’t wake me now, Tonight, the vanished come alive. Ghost of Fitzgerald, champagne on my sleeve, Sketchbooks open, smoke above the Seine. Old book stalls breathe stories underneath, Of lovers who never came back again. Your perfume rides the midnight breeze, But your footsteps never touch the ground. I reach for you through silver streets, And hear your laughter all around. Was it you who called my name, Or just the city speaking through the rain? I don’t believe in fate, But every ghost keeps dancing the same. One’s gone… One remains… Or maybe we were never here at all. The lanterns flicker, stars confess, The moon remembers every kiss. A thousand hearts beneath these stones, Still searching for what they missed. Moonlit rendezvous, Lost in the ghosts of another time. Two souls rewound, Dancing where the dead still shine. « Vamos bailando », Spin me through this borrowed night. No tomorrow, no goodbye, Only echoes in the pale moonlight. Your silhouette moving through the haze, Paris got a thousand ghosts in a million shades. Perfume in the air, but nobody’s there, Champagne on the floor, fingers through your hair. Old jazz, old souls, old scars, old names, Every midnight lover playing the same old game. No lies, no mask, just the beat and you, But I swear I’ve seen this scene before too. We kings of a vanished avenue, Writing one more story that we never knew. Let’s rewrite fate, let the old ghosts sway. If this is our last night, let it never fade. Encore un pas…? …viens. Encore un baiser…? …peut-être jamais. Moonlit rendezvous, The ghosts are fading with the dawn. Your hand slips through mine, And suddenly, you’re gone. « Vamos bailando »… One last turn beneath the Paris sky. The old vinyl keeps on spinning, Though every dancer has said goodbye. The café lights are turning on. The streets are empty once again. But somewhere beyond the Seine… A saxophone is still playing. « Un rendez-vous éphémère au clair de lune… » …until the night remembers us.