Lyrics ТСВ - Париж глазами мертвеца

Paris through the eyes of the dead
author of the words Alexey Shayakhov

Paris through the eyes of the dead man is sad and gray
How a slow autumn outside the window
Who shoots the earth with waterfalls of rain
They, merging into puddles, reflect the sky in themselves
And the monstrous grin of the moon
She has long gone mad
Laughing and laughing at people
The children were wet on the pavement
They know - their turn someday will come
Children put in the coffin
And a cold tear will flow
Paris through the eyes of the dead

Paris through the eyes of the dead
An old man is crawling along the cobbles
As an old man creeps a worm
Worm is pleased with the old man
The old man is eaten by a worm
The old man dreams of dying
Sleep and dream, maybe
Maybe not.
On the bell tower, drunk in the face,
The Holy Father blowing the bell into the alarm
Started in a terrible eerie dance
And do not see the face
And do not see his face
The calm eyes of the dead man

Paris through the eyes of the dead
The Rat Emperor laughs
The Emperor of Rats laughs
Looking at us from behind the scenes
How do we climb up
On the stairs leading down
Tears streamed into the cemetery
From the ovals of black and white faces
Paris through the eyes of the dead
Moon in the constellation of a liar
Moon in the constellation of the scoundrel
Paris through the eyes of the dead