Текст песни Аркадий Северный - В Парижских Балаганах

In Paris booths, in cafes and restaurants,
In a cheap electric paradise.
Wringing my hands all night with rage and boredom
I sing something pitifully to people.

Howling, screaming jazz bands, monkeys dancing,
Distorted mouths grin.
And I, sick and drunk, sitting at the piano,
And I pour them flowers in champagne.

And when morning comes, I will pass the dark boulevard,
And in fear, even the children run away from me.
I'm sick, I'm an old clown, I wave my cardboard sword ...