Текст песни Константин Мыльцев - Северный Париж

This northern Paris ...

This northern Paris,
Without claims for decoration,
From benches to roofs
It divides the space into two.
It is divided in half,
As a baby chocolate,
Us - in a hurry in the morning,
Being in a crib.

This city is a magician.
This city is a bitter,
Understanding people
From a half-word, with a half-shout,
Substituting shoulder
Under decrepit buildings,
Tears wiped from the cheeks.
The city is the center of the universe.

Do not I take it high?
Is this the measure I'm measuring?
And do not you shout loudly?
And I do not believe in myself.
... Only the streets and buildings,
Yes from the windows of someone's laughter.
The city is the center of the universe!