To spend one night with you, in our old rendezvour,
And reminisce with you,
That's my desire.

To be where gypsies play, down in that small cafe
And dance till break of day,
That's my desire.

We'll drink a little glass of wine,
I'll gaze into your eyes divine.
I'll feel the touch of your lips, pressing on mine.

To hear you whisper low, just as it's time to go,
"Darling, I love you, so!"
That's my desire.