Nathalie

The Red Square was empty
Nathalie walked in front of me
She had a pretty name, my guide
Nathalie

The Red Square was white
The snow made a carpet
And I followed on this cold Sunday
Nathalie

She spoke in simple sentences
About the October Revolution
I was already thinking
That after Lenin's tomb
We would go to Café Pushkin
To drink hot chocolate

The Red Square was empty
I took her arm, she smiled
He had blond hair, my guide
Nathalie, Nathalie

In her university room
A group of students
Was waiting for her eagerly
We laughed, we talked a lot
They wanted to know everything
Nathalie translated

Moscow, the plains of Ukraine
And the Champs-Élysées
We mixed everything up
And we sang

And then they uncorked
Laughing in advance
Some French champagne
And we danced

And when the room was empty
All the friends had left
I stayed alone with my guide
Nathalie

No more talk of simple sentences
Or the October Revolution
We were beyond that
No more Lenin's tomb
Or Pushkin's hot chocolate
It was, it was already far away

How empty my life seems
But I know that one day in Paris
I will be her guide
Nathalie, Nathalie