The morning fades, the sunlight turns to gold,
A quiet street, watching time grow old
腾椅靠着街角，风吹过树梢，
报纸翻过的一秒，世界变迁了多少。
A waiter brings the glass and walks away,
No need to hurry through the afternoon today.
街上的人慢慢走，鞋跟轻轻响，
我坐在阳光里面，看时间慢慢流淌。
Cognac in the glass, orange in the light,
A little lemon makes the balance right.
干邑带着温暖，橙香带着光，
冰块轻轻碰杯，发出清脆的声响。
A bicycle passes by, then disappears,
A woman laughs softly with her friends nearby.
有人读着报纸，有人在等待，
而我的这一杯酒，醇香依旧在。
Sidecar,
stay with me this afternoon.
Sidecar,
underneath the Paris moon—
No, not tonight,
the sun is still up high.
一杯干邑，一抹橙光，
让午后的风，慢慢吹过肩膀。
The café grows quiet, the shadows move,
A little more sunlight slips across the room.
桌上的酒杯映着斑驳的光，
远处传来钟声，街道还是一样。
The ice has melted, the glass feels warm,
The afternoon is passing without a storm.
没有什么故事，也没有什么忙，
只是这一杯 Sidecar，等谁到来。
Sidecar,
stay with me this afternoon.
Sidecar,
underneath the Paris moon—
No, not tonight,
the sun is still up high.
一杯干邑，一抹橙光，
让秋日的风，慢慢吹过肩膀。
Maybe love is something small,
A quiet chair beside the wall.
也许爱本就不必耀眼，
只是一把椅子上有屋檐。
Maybe time can simply slow,
When there’s nowhere we need to go.
一杯酒，一阵风，
还有巴黎午后的天空。
The sunlight falls across the floor,
The waiter slowly closes the door.
光影在地板拉长，
角落里岁月安详。
The city changes with the light,
The afternoon becomes the night.
而我还坐在这里，
看晚霞落入人海。
Sidecar,
stay with me this afternoon.
Sidecar,
underneath the Paris moon—
No, not tonight,
the sun is still up high.
一杯干邑，一抹橙光，
让午后的风，慢慢吹过肩膀。
Maybe time can simply slow,
When there’s nowhere else to go.
A gentle breeze, a quiet sigh,
Underneath the Paris sky.
Maybe that’s enough for two,
A little light, a drink, a view.
No need for words, no need to say,
Let this moment simply stay.
