Текст песни Ночные снайперы - Париж

I'm afraid to open the face
In front of you.
Ballast becomes ring
Logical for us.
Anxiety traits with me.

But you, my holiday, my judge,
Brings pain empty unrest
And useless existence.
It was only a gesture,
Last, as the arrest,
Like a shot sparrow.

I thee more expensive
It has long been
Walk on the edge.
In the arms of darkness
Ready to die with you.

But you, my maelstrom, my Paris
Not for me built a city,
Not to me there in a hurry.
Only the mouth
Deaf mutism
How to call iron roofs.

We separated for ever
The warmth of your eyelashes,
My favorite people.
Sad moles
Gone into the darkness of me.

But you, my windy pirate
You do not know what for me
Your profile proud to blame.
And just look
Last yours,
As in the loop head.