Текст песни Фиалка Монмартра - Карамболина

In Montmartre, late at night, the rumble does not stop,
There is sleepless fun Until the morning.
At the hour when before dawn All Paris fell asleep,
In zucchini in full swing Dances and games.
Then the Motley Carnival is making noise there,
Then the merry ball is thundering.
There sometimes in five minutes Poets create songs,
So that the people sang them for a whole year later! Gay!
So that the people sang them for a whole year later!
Caramboline! Caramboletta!
Star of fun And spring!
Caramboline! Caramboletta!
The singers of Montmartre are in love with you!
In elegant sequins You are on the stage
Enchant the eyes of the Human Crowd!
Caramboline! Caramboletta!
There is no other Beauty like this in the world!

The outlines of roofs will shine in the rays of dawn,
Will burn out in cafes and bars Ogonyok.
About you, Caramboletta, Paris will sing
Under the spring noise of Boulevards and rivers.
The poet writes a song About you,
And the artist is your portrait.
But who, finally, will you give love a crown,
Whom will you love, Lady of Hearts? Gay!
Whom will you love, Lady of Hearts?

Caramboline! Caramboletta!
Star of fun And spring!
Caramboline! Caramboletta!
The singers of Montmartre are in love with you!
In elegant sequins You are on the stage
Enchant the eyes of the Human Crowd!
Caramboline! Caramboletta!
There is no other Beauty like this in the world!