Текст песни Мыльцев Константин - Этот северный Париж

This northern Paris, Am
No claim to decoration, Am Dm
From benches to rooftops Dm E7
Divides the space in two. E7 Am
Halves, A7 Dm
Like a baby chocolate bar, G7 E7
Us - in a hurry in the morning, Am Dm
Us - going to bed. E7 Am

This city is a sorcerer.
This city is a wretch
Understanding people
From a half-word, from a half-shout,
Substitute shoulder
Under dilapidated buildings
Tears wiped from cheeks.
The city is the center of the universe.

Am I not taking high?
Do I measure by the same yardstick?
And yelling loudly?
And I don’t believe myself.
... Only the city, only the snow,
only touching streets,
Yes, someone laughs from the windows.
The city is the center of the universe!