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Fleur de Paris (перевод песни Мистангет)

Boulevard of the Madeleine,

Every single moment

I come here to sell my bouqets.

My works made by hands,

Like a couturiere,

I work in the flower shop there.

All my dear clients,

Their love to me's timeless.

And some of them, they go through miles

Just to meet and see my smile.

It's worth such big

And long trip...


If they come from abroad,

Don't you think it's because

They want to see my herbs,

Some carnations or roses

Or my violets from Parma?

They stop looking impressed

At my pretty florets.

But my elegant moves,

My smile is delightful,

They're more charming than flowers.

The florets that i have,

They come from anywhere...

But people who're smiling

While they say thanks to me,

That's a flower of Paris!


My hands, they are used to

Making buttonholes, though

There are many different ways.

I can't be apathetic

To the people' gazes that

Look at us so interestedly.

There's a special night dream

That always reminds me

Of Paris what it was in my infancy...

We look at the our past sadly,

This paradise is

Out of reach.


If they come from abroad,

Don't you think it's because

They'll go to Patheon

Or go to Butes-Chaumont

Or the big Notre Dame square?

It's quite a sale talk

And our only goal’s

To make people' eyes shine

Of our wonderful France,

Whose sweet flowers are women.

This Paris of old days,

We'll never forget them.

But what's always blooming

In our hearts so deep,

That's a flower of Paris!

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