Юрий Кукин - Париж
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Well, what, my friend, whistle,
Doesing to live Paris?
You look around you Taiga
Rubbing firewood into fire
Listen, dear
He is there, and you have hell on the horns.

Here, as at Place Pigal,
You need to lie for fun.
No one will not surprise anyone here
With Montmartre by the fire
Today, like yesterday,
Well, stop, do not need
About Paris.

Wait a bit, rain will stretch
From here you will not run away,
There is no bistro here yet
Tea instead of brandy ...
And stop, do not need about Paris.

Covered Mount Mountains,
Think about things,
And stop, do not need about Paris.