Plywood Over Paris

[Verse 1]

I float above the city lights,
A wooden soul in endless flight,
No wings, no wind, just silent grace,
The moon reflects my splintered face.


[Verse 2]

I passed the Seine, I saw her dance,
Her shadows pulled me in a trance,
No map, no guide, just fate and wine,
And time dissolved like old design.

[Chorus]

Like plywood over Paris I soar,
Above the pain I knew before.
No gravity, no plans, no lies,
Just drifting slow through violet skies.
Like plywood over Paris…
I fly.

[Verse 3]

A violin cries from Montparnasse,
Below me ghosts in caf;s pass.
I raise a glass to those below,
And toast to dreams I’ll never know.

"I'm not lost... I'm just... airborne."
"Fanera... above la lune..."




Я вылетаю в небо с Эйфелевой вышки,
Под плейбэк мечты, под крик из фонограмм.
Там в зале зал зевнул, там выдохлись афиши,
Но я — фанера, брат, и не боюсь программ.

[Припев]

Фанера над Парижем, и голос мой — не мой,
Я лечу под светом рампы — как герой.
Звезда по микрофону, по губам читает мир,
Но в сердце у фанеры — живой и честный стих!

[Verse 1.1]

I’m flying off the tower, Eiffel dreams ignite,
With playback in my pocket and lips that move just right.
The crowd is kinda yawning, the posters lost their gleam,
But I — I’m plywood, baby, and I’m living the dream!

[Chorus]

Plywood over Paris, and the voice is kinda fake,
But under all the glitter — feel that heartbreak.
A superstar in silence, just miming through the fire,
But deep inside the plywood burns a real desire!

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