Текст песни Regina Spektor - Я люблю в Париже дождь

At the Bowery in New York at night, everyone loses everything
And stumbling, they ask passersby for a light
And if you are, then you are my friend
And if not, then you are my enemy
And if you're a holy il god, then we’ll chat until the morning

Ne me quitte pas mon cher, ne me quitte pas

In Lexington, they wear new shoes on old, on their feet
He closed his eyes, opened his eyes - suddenly, the street is unfamiliar
And he remembered his youth: tense veins, like a rope
If you are not in a hurry, go to the tea leaves and boiling water

Ne me quitte pas mon cher, ne me quitte pas

In the Bronx, a snowy day, and children from the mountains on a sled fly
And the nose freezes and the feet freeze, but New York glistens again
And yes, we know everything will melt
We know time will fly by
But better ride with us, be a friend. And catch a cold

Ne me quitte pas mon cher, ne me quitte pas

I love rain in Paris
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