the Red Square was empty
in front of me Nathalie was walking
she had a beautiful name, my guide
nathalie.
the Red Square was white
snow mades a carpet
and I followed in this cold sunday
Nathalie
she spoke with modests sentences
about the October Revolution
I already thought
that after Lenin's grave
we would go to the Pouchkine caffee
to drink a chocolate
the red square was empty
I took her arm, she smiled to me
my guide had a blond hair
nathalie, nathalie
In her room at the university
a group of students
was waiting for her impatiently
we have laughted, we have talked a lot
they wanted to know everything
Nathalie was translating
Moscow, the Ukraine plains
and the Champs Elisees
we mixed everything
and we sang
and after they have unkorked a bottle
laughing first
about french champagne
and we have danced
and when the room was empty
all the friends were gone
I stayed alone with my guide
nathalie
No more modests sentences
Nor October Revolution
We were no more there
No more Lenin's grave
Nor the Pouchkine caffee
That was already far
my life seems empty to me
but I know that someday in paris
i will be her guide
nathalie nathalie