The Red Square was empty
In front of me was Nathalie walking
She has a beautiful name, my guide
Nathalie
The Red Square was white
Snow mades a carpet
And i continued in this cold sunday
Nathalie
She spoke with modests senteces
About october's revolution
I alreday thought
That after Lenin fall
We would go to Pouchkine caffee
To drink a chocolate...
The Red Square was empty
I have taken her arm, she has smiled to me
My guide had blonde hair
Nathalie, Nathalie...
Tell me, how you write and composed this song? Where and why?
I composed here, in this room.
At the university room
A group of students
Was waiting for her impatiently
We have laughted, we have talked a lot
Thay wanted to know everything
Nathalie translated
Moscow, thw fields of Ukraine
And the Champs Elisees
We have mixed everything
And we have singed
and after they have unkorked
In advance already laughing
A bottle of French champagne
And we danced
And when the room was empty
All the freinds were gone
I have stayed alone with my guide
Nathalie
No more questions, sober phrases
No more October's revolution
I am no longer there with her
Finished, Lenin�s tomb
The chocolate at Pouchkine
That, that was far away now
My life seems empty to me
But i know that someday at Paris
I will be her guide
Nathalie, Nathalie