Текст песни Сергей Федулов - Французская

Met you on the way, ma petite
Sometime we will reach Paris
And not Paris, at least then Avignon
You are not lashing, but anyway now I'm in love

And in our house in French only meat
But still in our la placer is very cool
You are my Sophie Marceau, I am your garcon
Close your eyes and here we are in the Pyrenean heights

And here he doesn’t catch his cell phone, when together - all later
We speak to you only in a whisper
How do we drink wine - we are naughty
And I listen as your cache-nez rustles, ma cherie

You're curled up on the couch, I read Rabelais out loud
What do you think? Smile, answer - tres bien
like Orleans, I would fall into your captivity
And the war - let the war last a hundred years
****
We put on the table ratatouille and Bordeaux
Got off somewhere once a year, pardon
Smile any unsuccessful wit
And if you will be Zhanna, know - I will become a fire
*****
My path was quite simple, ma merveilleuse
What is Paris there? We can get to the stars
But for now - we are only in the square, the beauty of this square
In no way inferior to burning Moscow

Who are you with now? This is my 100th call.
Per day. I discharged your nokia
Is everyone around lonely?
Let's go home, because the legs got wet

We don’t save up for some reason
But inhale Yves Saint Laurent, Opium
Our smells are serious and important.
All yours, all my - becomes our

How suddenly it happened - I never understand
It doesn't matter, mon amour
We are together - we like it.
Our motto is freedom, fraternity and equality.
*****

In your satchel throw a bottle of Bordeaux
Out of town once a year? Once a year, pardon
Smile any unsuccessful wit
And if you will be Jeanne, know - I will become a fire! \ X2