СтранныйКлоун - Париж
текст песни

My Paris burned out
To the ground.
Montmartre is empty -
He fell asleep for centuries.
Without you

Do not drink any more wine
From the cellars.
Only the moon shines
From the clouds
One.
Instead of hundreds of thousands of lanterns.
This is the life of your apogee.

On the wreckage -
Croissants with espresso
in the morning.
Ash
And fresh press.

In the evenings
Souls are chosen on a promenade.
This is their personal paradise.
Have you thought hell?
No.
They live happily May,

Unlike the living.
Here is a blow under the breath -
Like a shot in a temple.
Glock shoots three,
While drinking apple juice
With whiskey and cheese "BRA".

In Paris, you can’t do without love.

the light turned off.
Lights went out.
did not love?
Lucky ...
do not love.
7.05.13