"The shape of a town changes faster, alas, than a mortal's heart.

Paris change! mais rien dans ma melancholie n'a bouge! (...) Et mes chers souvernirs sont plus lourds que des rocs."

Happy Birthday to my little Red.

Your tiny feet dangle in the ponds in my head

Happily exploring the depths of the East

I hope you will enjoy a Praguian birthday feast.

(First line and second line from "Le cigne" by Charles Baudelaire)