Текст песни Александр Чайка www.achayka.ru - Карамболина. Фиалка Монмартра

Montmartre within night
It never ceases rumble
There sleepless fun
Until morning.
In the hour before dawn when
All Paris was asleep,
The pubs in the midst of
Dancing and playing.
That noise there
Motley carnival
That rattles
Jolly Ball.
There are times in five minutes
Poets create a song,
That whole year later
People sang them! Gay!
That whole year later
People sang them!
Karambolina!
Karamboletta!
Star fun
And spring!
Karambolina!
Karamboletta!
The singers you
Montmartre in love!
The elegant blёstkah
You're on stage
Charuesh glance
Crowds human!
Karambolina!
Karamboletta!
There is not another
Beauties like that!
Shine in the rays of dawn
Contours of roofs,
Burn down in a cafe and bars
Wisps.
About you, Karamboletta,
Will sing Paris
By the spring noise
Boulevards and the river.
He writes songs
About you a poet,
And the artist -
Your portrait.
But who, finally,
Given you love crown
Who will love you,
Lady hearts? Gay!
Dark girl,
Lady hearts.
Karambolina!
Karamboletta!
Star fun
And spring!
Karambolina!
Karamboletta!
The singers you
Montmartre in love!
The elegant blёstkah
You're on stage
Charuesh glance
Crowds human!
Karambolina!
Karamboletta!
There is not another
Beauties like that!