Magadan boulevards


You've heard, of course, Yves Montand
Parisian boulevards, a hymn to love.
And I'm in love with boulevards Magadan
And it may be harder than he did in his.

In the distant outskirts of Russia,
Bear Territory, where reigns the taiga.
Where burning frost, snow swerved
And death freezes us snowstorm.

But the city on the edge of my Russian
He rose and grew in spite of everything.
And here he stands, light and beautiful,
And in memory of the builders, I bow to him.

And let Montand Parisian boulevards singing.
Well, that and I sing his.
Yes, I'm in love boulevards Magadan
In my distant, golden edge.

Oh, if I ever see
Bois de Boulogne, Montmartre and Notre Dame.
Best regards to working Paris
I will pass on our boulevards.

Best regards to working Paris
I'm from the boulevards Magadan peredam.1964