Текст песни Алена Васильченко - Я увидел Париж...

He seemed to her an eccentric.
Waiting for her at the front doors on the stairwells,
in non-ironed trousers and multi-colored vests.
Often it smelled of brandy.
He called her affectionately - "baby" ...

He wore her flowers.
Even in the most fierce frost, by millions of white, snow-covered roses with hoarfrost,
paved her bridges.
He spoke and laughed to tears ...

He said to her through silence:
without it, they say, in hell it’s burning, that inside without it the soul begins to age,
that she is like Paris:
to see. And then die.

He seemed ridiculous ...
And after a calendar year,
picking up a code in the front door of the last miracle,
She knew that only He gave flowers to her in February.
In your arms, through the thaw, just wade through the puddles.

She writes to him:
“This is the fourth time in a year,
the shadow of your sore eyes comes to me in a dream.
I wake up in the night, and in the fog, like in evil smoke,
I’m composing the story for you alone again ... ”

Smoke flies.
He will write how he used to live ...
That he is now in Marseille, he has pledged his promises ...
Roof tiles to all quarters - burn in the sun!
That she is like Paris.
To see ... and then die.
...
That February was now cruel and deceitful for flowers:
“I saw Paris. And only miraculously survived ”...