Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Paris St. Germaine, artist - The Pogues. Album song Waiting for Herb, in the genre Фолк-рокDate of issue: 30.11.1987
Record label: Rhino Entertainment Company
Song language: English
Paris St. Germaine |
| The City of Light is dimmed now by the winter |
| No gut full of wine could keep out this frost |
| We’ll shiver and sigh by the ice on the river |
| Ask the dull heavens, «The hell have we lost?» |
| My heart’s too empty to speak true of sorrow |
| What’s dust is but dust and as dust shall remain |
| If only I could, I would make it tomorrow |
| I’d make it tomorrow where you’d live again |
| I’ll lay myself down in the mist and the heather |
| I’ll lay myself down and I’ll wait for your call |
| The bell rings last orders, we’re walking together |
| While the boulevards burn and crumble and fall |
| The boulevards burn and crumble and fall |
| My heart’s too empty to speak true of sorrow |
| What’s dust is but dust and as dust shall we fall |
| The bell rings last orders, we’re walking together |
| While the boulevards burn and crumble and fall |
| The boulevards burn and crumble and fall |
| The boulevards burn and crumble and fall |