Silent music comes from the Louvre,
and it fills the night in the Bois,
my darling, my only love, fairy
I miss you, in Paris.
The Gare de l’est is noisy with trains,
one will bring me to Romania.
I don’t want to leave this city. Why?
It’s an enigma.
Le fleur du mal is to beautiful,
to be bad for the critics I heard,
Paris city, capital of arts
it`s hard to hurt
myself here, I want only: “bohemia”
I want to drink vine juice forever,
and to kiss madams. When I’ll see you
again. Never.(F) (F) (F)

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Дорогу осилит идущий !