Текст песни Фиалка Монмартра - Карамболина

On the Montmartre, the hum of the night will no longer
There is a sleepless fun until the morning.
Per hour, when in front of the dawn all Paris fell asleep,
In zucchi in full swing dancing and game.
Then noise there is a Penic Carnival,
That thunderstorms of the fun ball.
There sometimes in five minutes the poets of the songs create,
So that a whole year later the people sneezed them! Gay!
So that a whole year later the people sneezed them!
Camembolina! Karamball!
Star of fun and spring!
Camembolina! Karamball!
Montmartra singers are in love!
In elegant blasts you are on the stage
You have a gaze of the crowd of human!
Camembolina! Karamball!
There is no other beautiful beauty in the world!

Best in the rays of dawn the outlines of the roofs,
Cerate in cafes and ballast bars.
About you, Karamboletta, will sing Paris
Under the spring noise of boulevards and rivers.
He writes a song about you poet,
And the artist is your portrait.
But who will finally give you to the love of the crown,
Who can you love, the master of hearts? Gay!
Who can you love, the master of hearts?

Camembolina! Karamball!
Star of fun and spring!
Camembolina! Karamball!
Montmartra singers are in love!
In elegant blasts you are on the stage
You have a gaze of the crowd of human!
Camembolina! Karamball!
There is no other beautiful beauty in the world!