Текст песни Ю.Шевчук - Париж

Paris sparkles with ripe eyes
I'm on my way here on my white holiday
Prayer awaits filled with nights
Three more days Paris I don't want to go home (2 times)

Three more days, no blizzards, no alarm
In the eyes of passers-by, there is mourning and grace
I leaf through our neighing road
It's hard for me to connect with your world (2 times)

And as easy as a drop from a fountain
I fly, I fly like in a dream
My soul is in the arms of a naked Sycamore
White birch cries in winter (2 times)

Here, only here, she wants to get drunk
In a short skirt the night wanders with me
I loved your lilac faces
Three more days Paris I don't want to go home (2 times)