Театр святого Витта - Париж глазами мертвеца
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Paris with the eyes of dead man
The author of the words Alexey Shayakhov

Paris with the eyes of a dead man dull and gray
How slow autumn outside the window
Which shoots in the ground with rain waterfalls
They, merging into the puddles, reflect the sky
And the monstrous mouth of the moon
She has long come crazy
Laughs and laughs over people
On bridge wet kids
They know - their blacks will someday come
Children will put in the coffin
And flows cold tears
Paris with the eyes of dead man

Paris with the eyes of dead man
On the bridge crawling the old man
The worm crawls on the old man
The worm is pleased with the old man
The old man is withded to worm
Old man dreams to die
Fall asleep and see dreams
Maybe not.
On the bell tower, drunk alay,
Holy Father Punch Bell in Nabat
Embedded to terrible groats dance
And do not see face
And not see his face
Calm eyes dead man

Paris with the eyes of dead man
Laughs emperor rats
Laughs Emperor Rats
On us looking because of the scene
How we climb up
On the stairs leading down
Tears poured on the cemetery
From oval black and white
Paris with the eyes of dead man
Moon in the Constellation Liaz
Moon in the Cottonian Cathedral
Paris with the eyes of dead man