Текст песни Юрий Кукин - Париж

What are you, my friend, whistling?
Does Paris interfere with living?
Look at the taiga around you.
Throw some firewood into the fire
Listen dear
He is there, and you are by the devil on the horns.

Here, as in Pigalle,
Fun to lie -
You will not convince anyone with longing ...
Montmartre by the fire
Today is like yesterday
And stop, don’t talk about Paris.

Wait a little bit,
It will rain
You won’t fly anywhere from here.
The bistro is not here yet,
Tea - instead of brandy ...
And stop, don’t talk about Paris.

She covered the mountains of darkness
Think about business
And stop, don’t talk about Paris,
Come on, don’t talk about Paris.

August 1964