Slowly nearing Champs Elisee,
Crowd washes around us fast,
There two of us here today,
Our faces unknown at last.
You are smiling and looking at me,
And my fingers are left in your hand.
Kisses blowing flirty Paris,
Still embracing our love to the end.
Looking back - you are not anymore,
Only silence around and pain.
And St.-Petersburg here as before,
Looking wistfully crying in rain.
Couldn't hold you so close my friend,
Was another one stronger perhaps?
Only wish you could see in the end
My desire and depth of my love.
Roast chestnuts around Paris,
And cafes full of music of love.
Golden leaves cover her in your arms.
Is it blessing from heavens above?
Перевод Ирины Лондес.
Two of us in Paris
© Copyright: Татьяна Александрова, 2006
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