Текст песни Джеф Агаев - Париж

I'll get a pack of cigarettes
I'll sleep and throw it to hell
I have nothing else to think about
I'm walking to the airport.
Buy tickets to Paris
I'll come and rent an apartment.
And there, on the balcony in a chair
I'll ask myself the same question:
“Why not return to home
And not to heal in another way? "
And I would return home
Fall to your knees and remember
How the first songs poured
How loud the friends laughed
And how they bought for love,
And how we are all lost.

Should be free as the wind
And freer than a bird in the sky
Should be as close to me as the horizon
And words are cleaner than thunderstorms.
It's easy to talk to the president
To treat the shepherd with bread,
Climb the mountains of Tibet,
Silently listen to the stories of the wise.
To give your strength to your son
And sit down with my wife on the track