Текст песни Александр Городницкий - Парижские каштаны

I'm tired of thinking night
And I take a guitar chord,
And in Paris, chestnuts in bloom
Near the area of ​​La Concorde.
Weightless these candles,
What passers deprived of sleep
Good, but short-lived,
Like you, our spring.

In his youth, his own old age
Can not be undone, even die,
And in Paris, chestnuts in bloom
Above the tracks Tyuelri.
Under the Moscow snow crumbs,
For that come rain,
I shout hopelessly into the tube -
& quot; Wait for me, wait! & quot;

Why should I wait in vain
At the turn of the century?
I this happy holiday
For you do not keep up with already,
In Paris, the river pier,
Colorful carousel
And driven boat tourists
At the foot of Thor Ephel.

And I look out the window blankly
At the bottom of the passage of the yard,
Where is my vozrostnaya group
Compete dominoes,
In Paris flying circle
An endless dance,
And kisses a student friend,
And no one is waiting ...