Текст песни Сергей Бабкин и K.P.S.S. и Диана Филатова - Париж

Dokurivaya cigarette,
Wearing a make-up napkin,
Under armpit is a nymphet.
The guard clears the passage,
We leave through the back door.

You got into one thing, it's not a movie,
And rock'n'roll life - Not sweetie, Baby.
You wanted romance,
Dissolve your bows.

The bird flew into the cage,
You will not be pregnant with wine.
Only a little drunk, a little drunk.

And you say:
He promised to take you away from Paris!
Make a bride instead of Toy
Oh oh oh!!!...
And you're floating in the clouds,
You can not be persuaded.
And there is no power to shout to you: Stop, Stop, Stop !!! ...

The first night, like a dream, like a picture from a magazine ...
The ice dropped to the bottom of the glass ... Dzy-yy-yy-yy-y,
Buddhism, then you did not know ....
Now wait for the finals,
Melody has already finished the coveted end ...
Think !!! .... before catching a bait.

And you say:
He promised to take you away from Paris!
Make a bride instead of Toy
Oh oh oh!!!...
And you're floating in the clouds,
You can not be persuaded.
And there is no power to shout to you: Stop, Stop, Stop !!! ...

And you say:
He promised to take you to Paris!
Make a bride instead of Toy
Oh oh oh!!!...
And you're floating in the clouds,
You can not be persuaded.
And there is no power to shout to you: Stop, Stop, Stop !!! ...