Текст песни Наталья Подольская - Париж

Pink sunrise over Paris
Morning at this hour breathes bliss
So familiar the coffee aroma
Sweeter than the roofs a discordant row
Melting in the haze with the glare of rays
Awakening Earlier than all
old montmart
Bird voices are so quiet
Slender silhouette of a stranger
Will flash, somewhere in the window
The stairs are entwined with vine
And the flowers are washed with dew
I wish I could take all the colors ...
It's just a pity
I'm certainly not Cezan
I don't paint like Van Gogh and Renoir
To write it all on canvas

Pink sunrise over Paris
And cats walk on the rooftops
Don't bring this moment back
But if somewhere far away
Longing in my memory
I will draw that dawn and that Montmart

losing ....

And when in Moscow I miss
I rush to where they paint
On my own old Arbat
My Arbat