I’m inspired by Paris – by you.
By whom deeper? Don’t ask me this question.
I would meet you – I knew that, I knew,
Sunny city, my love and my passion.
I’m impossibly charmed – anyway,
I’m involved in emotions and glances,
In your accent and when you just say
Your word “äóøêà” – my soul is dancing.
Paris reigns in my mind, Paris gives
Its mysterious magic and wonders,
Paris throws its yellowish leaves
Onto squares, and streets, and my shoulders.
I am dreaming about Montmartre,
Sacre-Coeur and its glorious whiteness,
Narrow side-streets, the spirit of art,
Sense of being in love, sense of lightness.
I will never forget those days,
Walks along the Parisian old bridges
And «Je t’aime» on the wall – just one phrase -
I’ll remember with perfect precision.
I will always remember your eyes,
Your emotional stories and gestures,
The significant shine of your smiles,
All my feelings and all my impressions.
I’ll return, I’ll go back – after all
Having touched polished foot of Saint Peter -
I will go, forever enthralled,
From my Moscow – to Paris, to freedom.
august 2005