Текст песни Cергей Бабкин - париж

Smoking a cigarette
Erasing makeup with a napkin
Armpit, nymphet
The guard clears the passage
We leave through the back door
You hit the very bottom
This is not a movie, rock and roll life
Not sweetie, baby
You wanted romance
Unwind your bows
The bird flew into the cage
You won't be pregnant with wine
Just a little drunk, a little drunk

And you also say he promised
Take you to Paris
Make a bride instead of that
Oh-oh-oh
And you soar in the clouds
You can't convince you
And I have no strength to shout to you
Stop! Stop! Stop!

The first night is like a dream
Like a picture from a magazine
The piece of ice fell to the bottom of the "tink" glass
Buddhism, otherwise you did not know
Now wait for the ending
The melody has already finished
Until the cherished end
Think before you catch the live bait

And you also say he promised
Take you to Paris
Make a bride instead of that
Oh-oh-oh
And you soar in the clouds
You can't convince you
And I have no strength to shout to you
Stop! Stop! Stop!