Текст песни Театр святого Витта - Париж глазами мертвеца

Paris through the eyes of a dead man
lyricist Alexei Shayahov

Paris through the eyes of a dead man is dull and gray
How slow fall outside
Who shot into the ground waterfalls rains
They merge into a puddle, reflects the sky
And a monstrous grin moon
She had gone mad
He laughs and laughs at people
On wet pavement children
They know - they turn to ever come
Children are put in a coffin
And tears will flow cold
Paris through the eyes of a dead man

Paris through the eyes of a dead man
On the pavement crawling old
As the old man crawling worm
Worm happy old man
The old man eaten by a worm
The old man wants to die
Sleep and dream, perhaps
Maybe not.
On the bell tower, drunk three sheets,
Father blowing the alarm bell
Suppose that in a terribly scary dance
And not to see the face
And not to see his face
Dead Man's calm eyes

Paris through the eyes of a dead man
Laughs Emperor rats
Laughs Emperor rats
We were looking from behind the scenes
As we climb
On the stairs leading down
At the cemetery, the tears flowed
From black and white ovals persons
Paris through the eyes of a dead man
Moon in the constellation liar
Moon in the constellation scoundrel
Paris through the eyes of a dead man