Текст песни Хельга Эн-Кенти - До Парижа десять лье

I wake up at dawn
Hepogozhim early in the morning.
Not a penny in my pocket,
Ten leagues from Paris.
I almost reached the brink,
And standing at the bottom.

In the fairy tale of good and evil
Disappointed difficult
I am willing to believe in miracles:
Ten leagues from Paris.
This city is full of people
More than once I saw in a dream.

How easy road to hell,
But nelёgok way back.
Reach unbelievable:
Ten leagues from Paris.
That's the limit of my desires,
And I do not need any other.

So all of France on foot
Walked and did not notice.
Too bad for those who are not in a carriage
This path is long triple,
But not further than the death ...
Ten leagues from Paris.