I Left My Heart In San Francisco [ ingles ]

The loveliness of Paris
seems somehow sadly gay
The glory that was Rome
is on another day
I've been terribly alone
and forgotten in Manhattan

I'm going home to my city by the bay
I left my heart in San Francisco,
high on a hill it calls to me
To be where little cable cars
climb halfway to the stars.

The morning fog may chill the air, I don't care.
My love waits there in San Francisco,
above the blue and windy sea,
When I come home to you,
San Francisco, your golden sun
will shine for me.