Дама Крести - Париж
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Boil barefoot
In the silence of French night.
Having intoxicated the brains with wine
Red Chateau Lapit-Proshild.
The smell of urine and muffins,
The grayness of bridges and roofs,
Cold water with water, the hay flows into the veins ...

Paris!
Paris!
Paris!
Paris!

So as not to disappear in ecstasy,
You need not to get into the network.
Make a wave, take off and sit on
Arsel Iron Lady.
And stars with a burning sky
In the dark, light hash
And what is the strength to scream:
"I want you..."

Paris!
Paris!
Paris!
Paris!

Boil barefoot
In the silence of French night.
Having intoxicated the brains with wine
Red Chateau Lapit-Proshild.
Platinum of stingy fisherons
And Pygal Potskuh
Delicate, faithful, quiet wives
Turns into whores ...

Paris!
Paris!
Paris!
Paris!