Текст песни ДДТ - Париж

Paris ripe sparkles in the eyes of
I am here in the way of my holiday on white
Prayers waiting , filled nights
Three days in Paris, I did not want to go home !

Three days or blizzard , no alarm
In the eyes of passers-by the grace of peace and quiet
Yes , I leaf through our ragged road
It's hard to reconcile with your world .

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

Here , only here because I want to get drunk.
In short skirt haunting night with me
I loved your face purple
Three days in Paris, I did not want to go home !