муленруж - Popular Poems and stories from category

Where is my millionaire?
This delightful type of guys
That leave me satisfied.
Where is my millionaire,

Here i am, here again, i’ve come back!
I have seen London and Turin, Austria-Hungary.
But in Vienne i said: “I’m coming back!”
Because if i am honest, i can’t leave Paris.

In spite of living chicly,
I think ‘bout nightlife of the city,
Where i walked in the street lights:
Exploited, tired, but really beloved...

Любила ты фокстрот и вальс
И красоту фиалок.
Любила шляпы и меха,
Браслеты из бриллиантов.

I can't make a step
Without seeing them.
They follow me all day,
I don't know what to say!

Always when i take a walk
I hear the same corny words
From people all 'round the world
When English man says: I love you

In the entry of the hotels
And along the wooden houses...
From the Bastille to the Madeleine,
In the well-known little Maimaine,

Women that have lots of gold
From expensive shops
They buy a mink coat
New hat for each season

She's from the city of affection,
She has the prettiest smile of all!
Thanks to her voice and fascination,
She is famous all around the world.