Текст песни Хельга Эн-Кенти - Дождь в Париже

The ancient city of Paris in the July heat was suffocating,
The days flew, and when it became absolutely unbearable,
Warm rain poured from the heavens over the Marais district,
Above the palace of the Tuileries and the Place de Greve of rain.

He brought with the onset of darkness, fresh air timber.
And all night until dawn, continuing to pour through the windows,
He washed the bridge from the dust and dirt of the earth,
But I could not, alas, the Champ de Mars from the blood to wash.

You did not hear rain, you curled up into a ball and sleep.
I looked at you, but to disturb your sleep did not dare.
Only a chimera with a smile looking at the net Paris
And flowing water in streams with their ugly bodies.

Zabagryanil sunrise clouds dissected flesh,
With inflamed the sky poured streams of water.
People hid mind, realizing that the supreme Lord,
Do not see could not empty tomb of Saint-Denis.