Текст песни Сергей Федулов - Французская

Met you on the way, ma petite
Someday we'll reach Paris
And not Paris, so at least then Avignon
You don't lisp, but still I'm in love now

And in our house only meat is French
But still, our la placer is very cool
You are my Sophie Marceau, I am your garcon
Close your eyes and here we are in the Pyrenees

And here he does not catch a cell, when together - all later
We speak to you only in whispers
And how we drink wine - we are naughty
And I listen to your cache-nez rustling, ma cherie

You curled up on the couch, I read Rabelais aloud
What do you think? Smile, answer - tres bien
like Orleans, I would have been captured by you
And war - let the war last a hundred years
****
They will put ratatouille and burgundy on our table
Got out somewhere once a year, pardon
Smile at any of the unfortunate witticisms
And if you are Jeanne, know - I will become a fire
*****
My path was easy enough, ma merveilleuse
What is Paris like? We can reach the stars
But for now - we are only in the square, the beauty of this square
Is in no way inferior to burning Moscow

Who are you with now? This is my hundredth call
Per day. I defused your nokia
Is everyone around lonely?
Let's go home because our feet are wet

For some reason we won't save up for a cloak
But you inhale Yves Saint Laurent, Opium
Our smells are serious and important
All yours, all mine - becomes ours

How suddenly it happened - I will never understand
It doesn't matter mon amour
We are together - we love it
Our motto is freedom, brotherhood and equality
*****

Throw a bottle of Bordeaux into your satchel
Out of town once a year? Once a year, pardon
Smile at any of the unfortunate witticisms
And if you are Jeanne, know - I will become a fire! \ X2