Текст песни Владимир Муромцев и группа Редкая Птица - Папарацци

Paparazzi

I sit on the fence and smoke White Sea.
Like a sea boat, I was rocking the fence.
Evil flies swarming over me in the sky.
Young paparazzi appeared in the window.

He watches people, their ridiculous fate,
On a chair by the window, looking in fototrubu.
To remain in the frame could a hero or a coward,
Young paparazzi presses the trigger.

You went like got to the corner store,
Only the gray mouse rummage the house empty.
The yellow dress acacia leaves off spring
A young paparazzi drinking beer at the window.

I'd fall in love again, I would quit.
I would be proud bird soar into the blue sky.
Tired stagger, bells ringing.
Young paparazzi, where is she? - I answer.