Something like that: Pardon, je ne parle pas francais. Coffee House, twilight, absinthe ... Separation is glimering ahead. And the candle is going out on the table ... Yesterday or today Yet or already ... Umbrellas are growing Under the warm rain. Everything is transient, And he has not faith itself.
Everything is unreal, As if in a dream: Night cafe, The lights in the window And the smell of separation, Wormwood drink - absinthe. Everything in my life is not forever. Summer rains are passing Everything passes, everything disappears, Love is replaced by melancholy. The French say: c'est la vie. I will live, and you will live. Let us remember that coffeehouse And the smell of separation and absinthe.
Вольскі - лепшы! Толькі Вольскі! Толькі НРМ!
MrSuperJakubik 2 weeks ago
Спасибо! Высший класс)
anniri2610 1 month ago
thanks!!:)
jasir007 2 years ago
Where can i find the translation of the lyrics??
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