Текст песни ДДТ - Париж - Аккустика

Paris ripe sparkles in the eyes of
I am here on the way, on my white holiday
Poured waits filled nights
Another three days in Paris, I did not want to go home.
Another three days in Paris, I did not want to go home.

More blizzards three days without anxiety,
In the eyes of passers-by the grace of peace and quiet
I leaf through, but our ragged road
It's hard to reconcile with your world.
It is very difficult to link 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 bare sycamore
White birch cries for winter
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,
Another three days in Paris, I do not want to go home ...
Another three days in Paris, I do not want to go home ...