The Red Square was empty
In front of me walked Nathalie
She had a pretty name, my guide
Nathalie
The Red Square was white
The snow was a carpet
And I followed on this cold Sunday
Nathalie
She spoke in sober sentences
Of the October Revolution
I was already thinking
That after Lenin's tomb
We would go to Café Pushkin
Drink chocolate
The Red Square was empty
I took his arm , she smiled
He had blond hair, my guide
Nathalie, Nathalie
In his room, at the university
A group of students
Waited for him impatiently
We laughed, we talked a lot
They wanted to know everything
Nathalie translated
Moscow, the plains of Ukraine
And the Champs- Elysées
We mixed everything and we sang
And then, they uncorked
Laughing in advance
Champagne from France
And we danced
And when the room was empty
All the friends had left
I was left alone with my guide
Nathalie
No more questions about sober sentences
Nor about the October Revolution
We were no longer there
No more Lenin's tomb
Pushkin's chocolate
It's, it was already far away
That my life seems empty to me
But I know that one day in Paris
C It's me who will serve as his guide
Nathalie
Nathalie

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