Текст песни Хельга эн-Кенти - Дождь в Париже

The ancient city of Paris in the July heat was suffocating,
Days raced, and when it became absolutely unbearable,
Warm rain poured from the heavens above the Marais district,
Above the palace of the Tuileries and the Place de Greve of rain.

He brought with the onset of darkness the fresh air timber.
And all night until dawn, continuing to pour through the windows,
He washed the bridge from the dust and dirt of the earth,
But I could not, alas, the Champ de Mars from the blood to wash.

You did not hear rain, you're curled up into a ball and sleep.
I looked at you, but to disturb your sleep did not dare.
Only a chimera with a smile looking at pure Paris,
And dripping water streams with their ugly bodies.

Zabagryanil sunrise clouds dissected flesh,
With inflamed the heavens poured streams of water.
People hid their eyes, realizing that the Lord Almighty,
Do not see could not empty tomb of Saint-Denis.