Текст песни Константин Тарасов - Что из того, что в Париже я не был

What of the fact that in Paris, I was not,
If I was at this time with you.
Here is our refuge and Moscow sky
Behind the clouds is always blue.

Can crumble old furniture,
It may disappear wallpaper pattern,
Everything is stolen, but will remain sky
Behind the clouds is always blue.

It would be enough fresh bread,
Well, the wine will approach us anytime,
If friends do not go away and the sky
Behind the clouds is always blue.

We are on the "green" is sweeping the "zebra":
White - black, ups and crashes.
We will change the traffic light and the sky
Behind the clouds is always blue.

All of our lives, or profit, whether fiction,
Night Light foam surf.
Wave subside, and will remain sky
Behind the clouds is always blue.