Текст песни Александр А.В.С. Скворцов - Петербург-Барселона-Париж

Petersburg-Barcelona-Paris

All as before: ticket, suitcase,
Registration, takeoff in an hour.
But in the eyes of a slightly noticeable fog -
Now we have different flights.
- Where are you going?
- In Barcelona. And you?
- I'm in Paris. Are you for long?
- Bye!
Flowers remained on the bench
And clouded clouds closed.

Petersburg-Barcelona-Paris,
Cities of our destinies and roofs.
Loop in the sky drawing wing,
The plane sings us about the past.
I watch the old movie about love,
You probably also be sad ...
Yes maybe. Maybe Si. Maybe OUI.
Petersburg. Barcelona. Paris.

The heart squeezed anxious pain
What happened? And who is to blame?
I have Bienvenue in Charles de Gaulle,
You have - Bienvenido in El Prat.
On Camp Noow you rush the crowd,
I am delirious with the Champs Elysees.
Between us now in a straight
Eight hundred kilometers of rains.

Petersburg-Barcelona-Paris.
I'm calling. You take, but you are silent ...
Obtaining hopes warm,
We are dotting about the past.
Domino's fate scattered
Nothing from it will not fade!
Maybe not. Maybe no. Maybe non.
Petersburg. Barcelona. Paris.

Here is the return ticket, suitcase,
Registration, takeoff in an hour.
Cities will not heal from the Russian Academy of Sciences
Again different flights from us.
- How did you fly?
- Not bad. And you?
- I'm tired. Would you like some coffee?
- Bye.
On the bench got flowers
And clouds left north.

Petersburg. Barcelona. Paris.
We are strangers! We fall from the roofs!
Loop in the sky drawing wing,
Angel is missing for us.
Swallows hearts unison,
Gorky tragic - fate playwright!
El Sueño. Le Sommeil. Just sleep.
Barcelona. Paris. Petersburg.

A.V.S.