Текст песни Містер Коржик - Етюд про Париж

Etude about Paris

A city of crazy poets and yesterday's artists
The capital of diplomacy and fashion
You smell like dead fish and perfume
And one-legged prostitutes seem to confirm your fairy-tale

The Eiffel Tower shines with golden insight
And hot croissants dream of a quiet childhood
Alone with coffee and Napoleon

Museums, boulevards, arches, laugh at tourists
And chronically forgive them
their agility and their attempts to photograph
Everything they see
It's like this is the last day you can freely click ...

Hay with powerful capillaries
washes from the hang of great actors
small theater and gives them syphilis ...
Yes ... on credit ..
Sometimes free ...

You can love Paris,
You can hate him,
But to be indifferent to him,
It's like cutting a bald customer,
when you are blind yourself ......