Текст: Eartha Kitt. C'est Si Bon.

C'est si bon,
De partir n'im porte ou,
Bras desus bras dessous,
En chantant des chansons,

Ce'st si bon,
De se dir' desmots doux,
Des petite rien du tout,
Mais qui en dissent long.

C'est si bon,
Lovers say that in France,
When they thrill to romance,
It means that itt's so good.

C'est si bon,
So I say it to you,

Like the French people do,
Because it's oh, so good.

Every word, every sigh,
Every kiss, dear,
Leads to only one thought,
And it's this, dear,
Nothing else can replace,
Just your slightest embrace,
And if you only would be my own,
For the rest of my days,
I will whisper this phrase,
My darling, c'est si bon!