Текст песни СтранныйКлоун - Париж

My Paris is burnt out
Down to the ground.
Montmartre is empty -
I fell asleep forever.
Without you

Drink no more wine
From the cellars.
Only the moon shines
From the clouds
One.
Instead of hundreds of thousands of lanterns.
This is your climax of life.

On the rubble -
Espresso Croissants
in the morning.
Ash
And the fresh press.

In the evenings
Souls get out on the promenade.
this is their personal paradise.
did you think hell?
no.
they live happily in May,

unlike the living.
Here is such a blow in the stomach -
like a shot in the temple.
Glock shoots three at a time
while drinking apple juice
with whiskey and brie cheese.

One cannot live in Paris without love.

the light turned off.
the lights also went out.
did not love?
lucky ....
do not love.
7.05.13