Fist - Париж.. в облаках
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On the narrowest streets, catching the smell of buns
Run to get rid of suitcases, handbags.
The feeling that we arrived home does not leave.
In his homeland there was every breath as if a stranger.
Under the sky of winter Paris, the city is like immobilized.
Passing along the area, we come to the house closer.
A friend of the door is painted at the door to pain.
On the contrary, from a cafe, the music is still not new.
We leave things, drink coffee with around.
And we are heading the roads of the most to the tower.
Sidewalks paved past lovers
Old people give flowers to their wives ...
The situation is so calm, it hurts to remember the house.
I can't imagine here more than one except ...
Even the homeless looks at you pleasant.
How I want to break now air tickets.

Put in the clouds
The whole city is like in your hands
And with a song on the lips ..
Put in the clouds ...

Girls here are real, not gored.
Walking in the evenings of golden wraps.
The houses are not cropped both old and new.
And there are no fragments on any deserted street.
We approach the notre lady and then walk along the embankment.
Past old artists sitting with an important look.
They say visitors in different languages ​​around.
The winter sun caresses the shores of the coast gently.
The smallest moment is so important for me.
Winds smelling of mud and foliage.
The taste of wine and the sweet smell of corrugation with chocolate.
The main calm and nothing else is needed.
Sharp branches penetrate the sky with a variegated clouds.
The fountain is noisy, and under the feet of gravel scattering.
The inexorable evening is getting closer.
All the lanterns lit up, and in the restaurants of the candle.

Put in the clouds.
The whole city is like in your hands.
And with a song on the lips ...
Put in the clouds ..

Under the yellow light with sadness, the silhouette sings a song.
For tables in a cafe, people sit beautifully together.
F.Arai cars are drawn on the roads of the line.
The girl laughs in a coat, holding lily in the hands.
Probably forgot all the problems and concerns.
Only here people return from work with a smile.
For hours they can choose cheese from the window.
I myself have long forgotten who was before the arrival.
The sidewalks absorb the light of windows neon.
Passers -by wrapped in scarves, in the evenings it is cold.
Probably even the old people are young here.
And they are not surrounded by the world as a young convoy.
All birds come back, what will have to be.
We have to fly to their homeland, so that later they return.
Perhaps in the future I will remain, throwing the old,
In the meantime, life has just begun and there is not a few things yet.

Put in the clouds
The whole city is like in your hands
And with a song on the lips.
Put in the clouds ..

Put in the clouds
The whole city is like in your hands.
And with a song on the lips,
Put in the clouds ...