Lyrics Наталья Самойлова - Карамболина
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На Монмартре поздней ночью не смолкает гул
там бессонное веселье до утра.
В час когда перед рассветом весь Париж уснул,
В кабачках в разгаре танцы и игра.
ТО сверкает пышный карнавал, то шумит весёлый бал.
Там порой за 5 минут поэты песни создают,
Чтоб целый год потом Париж их распевал....
Карамболина, Карамболетта-звезда веселья и весны!
Карамболина, Карамболетта, в тебя певцы Монмартра влюблены!
В нарядных блёстках ты на подмостках чаруешь взор толпы людской!
Карамболина, Карамболетта! Нигде на свете нет красавицы такой!
Заблестят в лучах рассвета очертанья крыш,
догорят в кафе и барах огоньки.
О тебе, Карамболетта, будет петь Париж
под весенний шум бульваров и реки!
Пишет песни о тебе поэт, а художник твой портрет...
Так кому же, наконец, подаришь ты любви венец?
Кого полюбишь ты, владычица сердец? Эй!
Кого полюбишь ты, владычица сердец?
Карамболина, Карамболетта-звезда веселья и весны!
Карамболина, Карамболетта, в тебя певцы Монмартра влюблены!
В нарядных блёстках ты на подмостках чаруешь взор толпы людской!
Карамболина, Карамболетта! Нигде на свете нет красавицы такой!
In Montmartre, the rumble never stops late at night
there sleepless fun until morning.
At the hour when before dawn all Paris fell asleep,
In the taverns, dancing and play are in full swing.
Then a magnificent carnival sparkles, then a cheerful ball is rustling.
There sometimes in 5 minutes poets create songs,
So that Paris sang them for a whole year ...
Carambolina, Caramboletta is the star of fun and spring!
Carambolina, Caramboletta, the Montmartre singers are in love with you!
In elegant sequins, you enchant the eyes of the human crowd on the stage!
Karambolina, Karamboletta! Nowhere in the world is there such a beauty!
The outlines of roofs will shine in the rays of dawn,
the lights will burn out in cafes and bars.
About you, Caramboletta, Paris will sing
to the spring noise of boulevards and rivers!
The poet writes songs about you, and the artist is your portrait ...
So who, finally, will you give love a crown?
Whom will you love, mistress of hearts? Hey!
Whom will you love, mistress of hearts?
Karambolina, Karamboletta is the star of fun and spring!
Carambolina, Caramboletta, the Montmartre singers are in love with you!
In elegant sequins, you enchant the eyes of the human crowd on the stage!
Karambolina, Karamboletta! Nowhere in the world is there such a beauty!
there sleepless fun until morning.
At the hour when before dawn all Paris fell asleep,
In the taverns, dancing and play are in full swing.
Then a magnificent carnival sparkles, then a cheerful ball is rustling.
There sometimes in 5 minutes poets create songs,
So that Paris sang them for a whole year ...
Carambolina, Caramboletta is the star of fun and spring!
Carambolina, Caramboletta, the Montmartre singers are in love with you!
In elegant sequins, you enchant the eyes of the human crowd on the stage!
Karambolina, Karamboletta! Nowhere in the world is there such a beauty!
The outlines of roofs will shine in the rays of dawn,
the lights will burn out in cafes and bars.
About you, Caramboletta, Paris will sing
to the spring noise of boulevards and rivers!
The poet writes songs about you, and the artist is your portrait ...
So who, finally, will you give love a crown?
Whom will you love, mistress of hearts? Hey!
Whom will you love, mistress of hearts?
Karambolina, Karamboletta is the star of fun and spring!
Carambolina, Caramboletta, the Montmartre singers are in love with you!
In elegant sequins, you enchant the eyes of the human crowd on the stage!
Karambolina, Karamboletta! Nowhere in the world is there such a beauty!