Текст песни Сергей Бабкин - Он обещал увезти тебя в Париж

Dokurivaya cigarette,
Blurring makeup napkin -
Under his arm nymphet.
Security clears passage
We leave through the back door.

You hit the most it - it's not a movie,
A rock 'n' roll life! No sweetie, baby!
You want romance? To dissolve their bows!
The bird flew into the cage,
From the wine will not be pregnant.
Just a little drunk, a little drunk ...

And you still say:
He promised to take you to Paris!
Make the bride instead of that,
Oh oh oh!
You soar in the clouds,
You will not be persuaded.
And you do not have strength to shout: & quot; Wait, wait, wait! & Quot;

The first night, like a dream, like a picture from a magazine.
Icicle has fallen to the bottom of the glass.
Tink-s-s-s - Buddhism, and that you did not know.
Now wait for the final,
Melody has dozvuchala to the promised end.
Think before you caught on live bait!

And you still say:
He promised to take you to Paris!
Make the bride instead of that,
Oh oh oh!
You soar in the clouds,
You will not be persuaded.
And you do not have strength to shout: & quot; Wait, wait, wait! & Quot;