О чём песня:
Это не просто блюз. Это воспоминание под гитару.
О любви, которую не вернуть. О Париже, которого больше нет. О холодном осеннем утре, когда ты идёшь по Елисейским полям один. 🍂 Гэри Мур не поёт — он рыдает страстями. Его гитара говорит больше, чем любой текст. А та самая нота (да, вы знаете какая) пронзает сердце насквозь. 🎸💔 I remember Paris in the fall
The leaves were falling from the trees
You would call my name
And I would call your name back to me Walking hand in hand
The crowds would hurry by
And we'd just let them wander by
Their world they'd left behind I remember Paris in the fall
The cold was creeping down my spine
But the fire inside your heart
Would always keep me warm, keep me warm I remember Paris in the fall
The leaves were falling from the trees
You would call my name
And I would call your name I remember Paris in the fall
The leaves were falling from the trees
You would call my name
And I would call your name back to me Я помню Париж осенью
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