Наталья Подольская - Париж
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Pink dawn over Paris
Morning at this time breathes
So familiar coffee aroma
The nicer than roofs is a non -row
In the haze of tay flashes of rays
Awakening before everyone else
Old Montmart
Bird voices are so quiet
A slender silhouette of a stranger
Flash, somewhere in the window
The stairs are wrapped in Lozo
And the flowers were washed with dew
I wish I could take all the colors to me ...
Only very sorry
I certainly not Cezan
I do not draw, like Van Gogh and Renoir
To write all this on canvas

Pink dawn over Paris
And cats walk on the roofs
Do not return this moment back
But if somewhere in the far
Zoloi in his memory
I will draw that dawn and that Montmart

loss ...

And when in Moscow Zatoisky
I'm in a hurry where they draw
Old Arbat on his native
My Arbat