I refuse to dream, I refuse to hope, I must stop believing,I will ever find her...

A parade. -A parade. Passing by. -Passing by

Voilà! Mes amis, here’s Paris.

Arms will open wide, I'll be safe and wanted. Fin'lly home where I belong.

You threw tantrums and terrorized the cook! How the palace shook! Charming child! Wrote the book.

I'll bless my homeland till I die.

Who could have known, I'd be alone, crossing this bridge...

It's a rumor, a legend, a mystery.

You and I, friend, will go down in history.

I dreamed of a city, beyond all compare. It's hard to believe, that I'm finally there.

It was hot, not a cloud in the sky. Then a boy caught my eyes. . .

As of today, there will be no more Anastasias. The reward for her safe return will be given to charity.

Courage, don't desert me.

In my dreams it's all real, and my heart has so much to reveal.

I refuse to dream, I refuse to hope, I must stop believing..I will never find her.

There was never an Anastasia. She was a dream. A beautiful dream.

I dream of a city, beyond all compare. Is it Paris? Paris!

I didn't tell you that. You didn't have to. I remember!

In that crowd of thousands, I’d find her... again.

Dancing bears, painted wings, things I almost remember.