Текст песни Адриан и Александр - Латинский квартал

The air over the Seine is taken from the paintings,
Backstage entrance, granite portal,
The curtain, the sky falls on the pier
Whistle on a gallery, Latin Quarter.
The echo of a long-forgotten ovation
Dead hands of an old watch,
Drizzle, town hall, restoration day,
Shadows break from the wet forests.
Shadows are broken by wet birds
Feathers of birds fly to the portal
Town Hall, sky, granite marinas,
Wet Birds, Latin Quarter.

I said to myself a thousand times, it seems:
Enough, you can’t - don’t torment the pen,
Too drama for me - well, the word will not affect
Few scholars in your quarter.
Few of them in the wilds of graceful literature
Wandering with his smoky lantern
Those who were motivated by obscurity
Dream about what the hell ...

Their fate will be laid down with bandages crumpled,
Dirty stains - dirty blood
Also a drama for me - two more are crazy,
Few other schools in the quarter.

Air over the Seine - try to forget it
Theme of farewell, erased finale,
Heaven is an empty souffle booth
Dead morning. Latin quarter.