Текст песни Пасхальное Шествие - Париж

Not revolutionary, my incomprehensible friend,
Built me ​​Montplasir, got rid of the disease.
I went like Picasso, and came out like raw.
In one hand - "Clem", in the other hand - "Chanel".
On my desk - Paris ...

My old emigrant, my grief-patriot,
One foot - on the throne, the other - on the scaffold.
Lit like Jeanne d'Ark, it takes, like Gavrosh.
I bought, then we sold for cool live.
On my desk - Paris ...

Love speaker, but not Marquis de Garden,
From the facade he Madame, but monsieur - on the ass,
Immodest and slightly diveged porter
Looks into the shower, and there Mirey Mathieu.
On my desk - Paris ...