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Nostalgic Cinematic Flow – Argentine Tango , 30 Min Romance – Transcript
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- Blue hour falls on Montmartre stone where cafes glow, streets are alone, and golden lamps beneath the rain call back the listener.
- Rome is shining in the evening rain while old stones call out a name and lanterns glow along the square.
- Buenos Aires memories stay dancing underneath the rain with golden lights and empty cafes bringing a face back again.

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>> Blue hour falls on Montmartre stone. The cafes glow, the streets are alone. >> >> Golden lamps beneath the rain call me back to you again.
Your shadow moves beside the wall. I hear your footsteps through it all. One quiet glance, one trembling breath, and love returns from years of rest.
>> Come a little closer. Don't let the moment go. The night remembers [singing] everything we thought we'd never know.
>> [singing] >> Tangled beneath the old street lamps, where Paris held us in its hands. One slow turn, one burning glance, one more memory, one more dance.
The rain still shines upon the street. The city keeps our secret beat. And though the years have passed us by, our love still lives beneath the sky.
>> >> Your hand in mine feels warm again like summer hiding in the rain.
>> >> We move so slowly, close and true as if the night belongs to two. The balconies above us sleep >> >> while old cafe lights softly weep.
A distant car rolls out of sight and leaves us dancing through the night. No need for promises.
No need to ask me why. Just stay with me until the lamps grow pale beneath the sky. Tangled beneath the old street lamps where Paris held us in its hands.
One slow turn, one burning glance. One more memory, one more dance. The rain still shines upon the street.
The city keeps our secret beat. And though the years have passed us by our love still lives beneath this sky. If morning comes and takes you far I'll still remember where we are.
This little street, this amber light. Your face beside me in the night. Some loves don't vanish when they end. They change, they wave, they rise again.
And every time the violin cries, I see Paris in your eyes. Tangled beneath the old street lamps, where time still trembles in our hands.
One last turn, one final chance to give the past another dance. The rain grows soft, the night grows thin.
But something beautiful remains within. And if we never meet again, I'll find you here when tango plays. >> Beneath the light.
>> Beneath the rain. We dance once more >> >> and love again. Montmartre sleeps, the lamps burn low.
Your hand slips slowly from my own. One final look, one final sigh. And Paris keeps our last goodbye.
>> Rome is shining in the evening rain. Old stones are calling out your name. The lanterns glow along the square. >> >> And somehow I can feel you there.
The cafe chairs are almost still. The night is warm, the streets are filled with every memory we made >> >> before the years began to fade.
Come closer now. >> >> Don't say a word. >> >> Tonight our hearts are all that's heard.
Dance with me through old Rome [singing] tonight beneath the lamps and golden light. One slow turn, one burning kiss, one more night I cannot miss.
Let the bandonion cry softly on. Let the violin carry us till dawn. If time must take the night away, my love for you will always stay.
>> >> Your hand in mine feels just the same.
Still warm enough to start the flame. We move across the shining stars as if this city were our own. A black car passes down the lane.
>> >> Its headlights silver in the rain. You look at me, I understand. The years disappear beneath your hand.
One more step. One more sigh. One more dance beneath the Roman sky.
Dance with me through old Rome tonight beneath the lamps in golden light. One slow turn, one burning kiss.
One more night I cannot miss. Let the band neon [singing] cry softly on. Let the violin carry us till dawn.
If time must take the night away, my love for you will always stay. >> >> Maybe love was made for this.