Текст песни Юрий Кукин - Париж

PARIS

Well, what, my friend, whistle,
Prevent Paris from living?
Take a look around you taiga
Throw firewood on,
Listen dear
He is there, and you have the devil on his horns.

Here, like on the Pigalle,
Have fun to lie,
You won't surprise anyone here with melancholy
With Montmartre by the fire
Today, like yesterday,
Well, stop it, don't
About Paris.

Wait a bit
From here you will not run away,
Bistro is not here yet
Tea instead of brandy ...
And stop, do not about Paris.

Covered mountains mist,
Think about the affairs
And stop, do not about Paris.