Song lyrics
Wind of Paris
1. Paris was seen as through
The window of Marc’s Chaggal painting,
I was enjoying shimmering roofs
Was walking on foxy-red pavings...
There at Montmartre
On sunshiny March
I met you when you were pacing...
Skies blue in color,
Willow in flowers -
A scene for our playing!
White flower of the moon...
1. Night... Who have painted all the walls
With the shadows of the lace?!
Who've invented all my words
And fancy feelings?!
Rain... All your sights, your stepts, your breath
Playing such a game of chess,
Leaving all your gests of grace
Inside my being!
Me... Lolita
1. Me, my name is Lolita,
Lo or well Lola -
It's all the same to me!
Me, my name is Lolita!
When I dream of the wolves,
It's Lola who bleeds...
When I bite my tongue
I let out a crazy laughter
Like a freak...
My name is Lolita
"Lo" of life, "Lo" of torrential loves!