Nhạc sĩ: Charles Aznavour, Charles Aznavour
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He observes you from where he sits
You, it unnerves you, you lose your ways
It ignites you with eyes of flame
You, it excites you, you like the game
And I know I chat, although I hardly speak
I notice each innuendo
And I know I chat, I'm stricken with fear
At seeing the end so near
He, out to win you, he woos with style
You, you continue to coil his smile
He, with his quarrel
He, on a haunting ground
You, only sorry that I'm around
And I know I chat, although I hardly speak
I see just how well he's doing
And I know I chat, I'm stricken with fear
Trying to hide
The dread that I hold in a sigh
He, his eyes flatter
Your glances touch
You, now you chatter
A bit too much
He, like a gypsy
He serenades
You, like a gypsy
You, you grow tipsy
Your laugh cascades
And I know I chat, although I hardly speak
My heart's on the verge of crying
And I know I chat, my heart on a stance
Love is not a joke, love is not a joke
My charming heart is out I shudder
Now it's nothing A little headache only
Maybe I had one too many
My love
We better go home now
Yes, this was a beautiful evening
Indeed
A beautiful evening
you