I m inspired by Paris...

I’m inspired by Paris – by you.
By whom deeper? Don’t ask me this question.
I would meet you – I knew that, I knew,
Sunny city, my love and my passion.

I’m impossibly charmed – anyway,
I’m involved in emotions and glances,
In your accent and when you just say
Your word “душка” – my soul is dancing.

Paris reigns in my mind, Paris gives
Its mysterious magic and wonders,
Paris throws its yellowish leaves
Onto squares, and streets, and my shoulders.

I am dreaming about Montmartre,
Sacre-Coeur and its glorious whiteness,
Narrow side-streets, the spirit of art,
Sense of being in love, sense of lightness.

I will never forget those days,
Walks along the Parisian old bridges
And «Je t’aime» on the wall – just one phrase -
I’ll remember with perfect precision.

I will always remember your eyes,
Your emotional stories and gestures,
The significant shine of your smiles,
All my feelings and all my impressions.

I’ll return, I’ll go back – after all
Having touched polished foot of Saint Peter -
I will go, forever enthralled,
From my Moscow – to Paris, to freedom.

august 2005