Текст песни Наталья Самойлова - Карамболина

On the Montmartre Late At Night I will not merge
There is a sleepless fun until the morning.
Per hour when in front of the dawn all Paris fell asleep,
In the zucchini in full swing dancing and the game.
That sparkles a lush carnival, then the furious ball is noise.
There sometimes in 5 minutes the poet songs create,
So that the whole year later Paris sowed them ....

Karambolin, Karambolet Star of fun and Spring!
Karambolina, Karamboletta, in you singers Montmartre are in love!
In elegant blasts, you are on the slopes of the crowd of the crowd of human!
Karambolina, Karamboletta! Nowhere in the world there is no beauty such!

Best in the rays of dawn outlines of roofs,
Cere in cafe and ballast bars.
About you, Karamboletta, will sing Paris
Under the spring noise of boulevards and river!
Writes songs about you poet, and the artist is your portrait ...
So who will finally give you to love the crown?
Who will love you, the master of hearts? Hey!
Who will love you, the master of hearts?

Karambolin, Karambolet Star of fun and Spring!
Karambolina, Karamboletta, in you singers Montmartre are in love!
In elegant blasts, you are on the slopes of the crowd of the crowd of human!
Karambolina, Karamboletta! Nowhere in the world there is no beauty such!