Saudades do futuro?? 'Bora lá!

Every time I look down on this timeless town 

whether blue or gray be her skies. 

Whether loud be her cheers or soft be her tears, 

more and more do I realize: 

I love Paris in the springtime. 

I love Paris in the fall. 

I love Paris in the winter when it drizzles, 

I love Paris in the summer when it sizzles. 

I love Paris every moment, 

every moment of the year. 

I love Paris, why, oh why do I love Paris? 

Because my love is near.

Cole Porter