Текст песни Диана Арбенина - Париж

I'm afraid to open a face before you,
Ballast becomes a rings logical for us.
Sad features with me, but you are my holiday, my judge,
We bring the pain of empty unrest and the unnecessaryness of being.
And only the gesture, the last as an arrest, like a shot of a sparrow.

I, to you, is expensive, I have long been walking on the blade of the knife,
In the arms of darkness is ready to die with you,
But you are my pool, my Paris,
Not for me built a city, I do not rush to me there,
And only the mouth is deaf notch, like the ringing of iron roofs.

We are separated forever with the warmth of your eyelashes,
Oh my favorite person!
Sad krota will lead to the darkness of me,
But you are my windy pirate,
You do not know what your proud profile is to blame for me ...
And only your look is your last, like a head in a loop.