Текст песни
An accord, barely strings tremble on the guitar
The piano is silent, the flute is broken
You played a song for me by yourself
I regret that I didn't know it before
You are the rain that soaked the vagabond to the bone
You are the sun that immediately warmed up
The string on Paganini's violin
You are the honey that makes people drunk quickly
Madame, the decor is poor without you
Madame, you don't have enough space in Paris
Madame, you're so incredibly beautiful
Madame, you're far from Russia
You're a dream
I can't wake up from
You're a rose in Parisian elegance
You're a captivity
I can't return from
You're the wind I've been waiting for in a calm sea
You are the rain that soaked the vagabond to the bone
You are the sun that immediately warmed up
The string on Paganini's violin
You are the honey that makes people drunk quickly
I'm yours, and I kiss your hands tenderly
My lips touch your silky skin
Paris children draw you on the pavement
Mon chère, you look like a queen
