Париж [Parizh] [English translation]

Maybe it's the drops of spring from the roof upon Paris.

How reckless and full of dreams we were, painting our world with phrases from a novel.

Long and winding roads are awaiting us, and so we are at the crossroads, no need for tears, we're taking different paths anyway

Because we are just shadows on a cold train platform,

and the time won't catch us now.

But maybe I'll be back someday, and breathe in this whole city. It remembers us, it remembers us.

There's a mealody of an accordeon and wine behind the opened window, and a sky full of diamonds, and Chanel.

And somewhere there's a trembling voice full of deep thoughts, it heats the cool of April.

And I remember... But long and winding roads are awaiting us, and so we are at the crossroads, are words are tangled, we're taking different paths anyway.

We are just shadows on a cold train platform, and the time won't catch us now.

But maybe I'll be back someday, and breathe in this whole city. It remembers us, it remembers us, and we remember everything like it was yesterday.

But maybe I'll be back someday, and breathe in this whole city. It remembers us, it remembers us and we remember everything, we remember.

We are just shadows on a cold train platform, and the time won't catch us now.

But maybe I'll be back someday, and breathe in this whole city. It remembers us, it remembers us and we remember everything, we remember.

But maybe I'll be back someday, and breathe in this whole city. It remembers us, it remembers us and we remember everything, we remember.