Текст песни Евгений Яценко - Рассказы про Париж

Lyricist - Anton Ivlev, vocals - Evgeny Yatsenko

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Flowers,
swinging over me,
They will still have time to remind me about the touch of your fingers ...
Eyes
just close for a moment
And suddenly it seems that the battle is over and the noise has died down

In the rays
setting sun
It would be good for us to lie here in the buckwheat field with you,
Nothing
Will not return back,
And I just remember you for a second

Goodbye, rendezvous,
As if in reality
All our long walks
Cornets, junkers,
Such evenings
That they will never return.
I'm sorry my quiet angel
You won't repeat those days
when you smiled
And talked about Paris

When
over the horizon in blue
A colored blizzard will whirl and fill the whole sky of stars,
Then from the lips
your name will break
And all that was I will see again as now

Goodbye, evenings,
And balls until the morning
And the timid color of night acacia.
Ephesus of thin swords,
And waltzes every step
Fireworks bright flowers.
But know, my quiet angel,
I just want to return
The night we were
Your stories about Paris ...

Flowers,
swinging over me,
They will still have time to remind me about the touch of your fingers ...
Eyes
just close for a moment
And suddenly it seems that the battle has passed and the noise has died down
And if in dreams that evening will give me
I will meet you by chance
Then I will only ask -
Tell me about Paris ...