Текст песни А. Данилов - Продрогший до души Париж..

Zapahnuv thicker cloak,
Wrapped in dark blue scarf,
I'll take a walk along the Champs Elysees
Freezing jets on backmassage February of me.

Somewhere I drink coffee at random,
Diluted, as always, brandy,
Something is out of place to say the waiter,
After all, the French are still unfamiliar.

And chilled to the soul bookseller,
Zatantsuet right next to the tray
With snowflakes fascinating twist,
Reflecting the light of heaven glasses

On the steps of Sacre Coeur will stand
Winter steam anneal the edge of the eyelashes.
Crazy black dancer,
In the cold, even he paleface.

I will climb to the Eiffel bedtime,
From the height, covered with a cloth roof
All wrapped in lights magic
I fall asleep I see Paris.

July 10, 2002