Текст песни Борис Моисеев - Маленький Париж

First verse:
Well, hello how are things and in the morning the snowstorm
Frost spiked on glass bouquets from roses
I laughing and loving understand it too from you
Well, it means hello

Chorus:
Little Paris, my world is a little Paris
He is a sad that funny is always different
Little Paris, my world is a little Paris
The world, where every day with you is a holiday.

Second verse:
On the branches of frozers like rubies in silver
Snegiri Snegiri whispering secret about love
I will write on the glass what i'm waiting for you
But cold in warm if not near you

Chorus (2 times).