The Red Square was empty
Before me walked Nathalie
She had a nice name, my guide
Nathalie
The Red Square was white
The snow was like a carpet
And I followed Nathalie
in this cold Sunday
She spoke in sober sentences
about the October Revolution
I was already thinking
Only after {visiting}Lenin's tomb
We would go to the Pushkin cafe
Drink chocolate
The Red Square was empty
I took her arm, she smiled
She had blond hair, my guide
Nathalie, Nathalie ...
In her room at the university,
A bunch of students
Impatiently waiting for her.
We laughed, we talked a lot
They wanted to know everything
Nathalie was translating
Moscow, the plains of Ukraine
And the Champs-Élysées
We got together
And we sang
And then they came out
Laughing in advance
Drinking Champagne from France
And we danced
And when the room was empty,
All the friends were gone.
I was alone with my guide
Nathalie.
No more sober phrases,
No October Revolution,
We weren't there anymore;
No more Lenin's tomb.
No more Pushkin's chocolate
This was already far away.
Then my life seems empty to me.
But I know that one day in Paris
I will be her guide.
Nathalie, Nathalie