Lyrics Сергей Хижняк - Париж-Париж
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Я март туристом проведу в Париже,
Француженку в Россию прихвачу,
Не с соболями я ей буду ближе,
Мне пыл ее французский по плечу.
Жена в Москве, а тёща за кардоном,
Посылки заграничные нам шлёт:
Меха, дублёнки и бутылки с ромом,
Мы ей – матрёшки, ложки – первый сорт,
Первый сорт.
Париж, Париж, неоновый прибой,
Витрин афиш увижу я весной,
Париж, Париж, ночные казино,
Капели крыш, бургундское вино.
Париж, Париж, неоновый прибой,
Витрин афиш увижу я весной,
Париж, Париж, ночные казино,
Капели крыш, бургундское вино.
Жена на сдобных булках растолстела
И старше тёщи выглядит теперь,
Как москвичи донельзя охамела,
Мне по ночам не открывает дверь.
Я брошу всё и буду жить в Париже,
Родную тёщу буду ублажать,
Она мне станет всех на свете ближе,
И я жену не стану вспоминать,
Вспоминать.
Париж, Париж, неоновый прибой,
Витрин афиш увижу я весной,
Париж, Париж, ночные казино,
Капели крыш, бургундское вино.
Париж, Париж, неоновый прибой,
Витрин афиш увижу я весной,
Париж, Париж, ночные казино,
Капели крыш, бургундское вино.
I'll spend March as a tourist in Paris,
I'll take a French woman to Russia,
Not with sables, I will be closer to her,
I can handle her French ardor.
The wife is in Moscow, and the mother-in-law is behind the cardon,
Foreign parcels are sent to us:
Furs, sheepskin coats and bottles of rum
We are nesting dolls for her, spoons are the first grade,
First grade.
Paris, Paris, neon surf
I will see showcases of posters in the spring,
Paris, Paris, night casinos,
Roof drips, burgundy wine.
Paris, Paris, neon surf
I will see showcases of posters in the spring,
Paris, Paris, night casinos,
Roof drips, burgundy wine.
The wife got fat on buns
And now she looks older than my mother-in-law
How Muscovites got maddeningly
Doesn't open the door for me at night.
I'll drop everything and live in Paris
I will please my mother-in-law
She will become closer to me all in the world,
And I won't remember my wife,
Remember.
Paris, Paris, neon surf
I will see showcases of posters in the spring,
Paris, Paris, night casinos,
Roof drips, burgundy wine.
Paris, Paris, neon surf
I will see showcases of posters in the spring,
Paris, Paris, night casinos,
Roof drips, burgundy wine.
I'll take a French woman to Russia,
Not with sables, I will be closer to her,
I can handle her French ardor.
The wife is in Moscow, and the mother-in-law is behind the cardon,
Foreign parcels are sent to us:
Furs, sheepskin coats and bottles of rum
We are nesting dolls for her, spoons are the first grade,
First grade.
Paris, Paris, neon surf
I will see showcases of posters in the spring,
Paris, Paris, night casinos,
Roof drips, burgundy wine.
Paris, Paris, neon surf
I will see showcases of posters in the spring,
Paris, Paris, night casinos,
Roof drips, burgundy wine.
The wife got fat on buns
And now she looks older than my mother-in-law
How Muscovites got maddeningly
Doesn't open the door for me at night.
I'll drop everything and live in Paris
I will please my mother-in-law
She will become closer to me all in the world,
And I won't remember my wife,
Remember.
Paris, Paris, neon surf
I will see showcases of posters in the spring,
Paris, Paris, night casinos,
Roof drips, burgundy wine.
Paris, Paris, neon surf
I will see showcases of posters in the spring,
Paris, Paris, night casinos,
Roof drips, burgundy wine.