Lyrics Александр Чайка www.achayka.ru - Карамболина. Фиалка Монмартра

In Montmartre, at night
The rumble does not cease,
There's sleepless fun
Until morning.
At the hour before dawn
All Paris fell asleep,
In zucchini in full swing
Dancing and playing.
That makes a noise there
A colorful carnival,
That thunders
A merry ball.
There sometimes for five minutes
The poetes of the song create,
So that a whole year later
The people sang them! Gay!
So that a whole year later
The people sang them!
Cannonball!
Cannonball!
Star of fun
And spring!
Cannonball!
Cannonball!
In you singers
Montmartre in love!
In elegant sparkles
You are on the stage
Charuesh look
Crowds of people!
Cannonball!
Cannonball!
In the world there is no other
Beauties such!
Shine in the rays of dawn
The outlines of roofs,
Burning in cafes and bars
The lights.
About you, Caramboleta,
Will sing Paris
Under the spring noise
Boulevards and rivers.
Writes a song
About you a poet,
And the artist -
Your portrait.
But to whom, finally,
You will give a love of a crown,
Whom do you love,
Lady of Hearts? Gay!
Sweet-skinned girl,
Lady of Hearts.
Cannonball!
Cannonball!
Star of fun
And spring!
Cannonball!
Cannonball!
In you singers
Montmartre in love!
In elegant sparkles
You are on the stage
Charuesh look
Crowds of people!
Cannonball!
Cannonball!
In the world there is no other
Beauties such!