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My first name is Nathalie. My father wanted a first name Russian because its back grandmother was Russian. When I was born, a French singer, Gilbert Bйcaud, made a song: "Nathalie"..this is why I am called like that..
NATHALIE
La place Rouge йtait vide
Devant moi marchait Nathalie
Il avait un joli nom, mon guide
Nathalie
La place Rouge йtait blanche
La neige faisait un tapis
Et je suivais par ce froid dimanche
Nathalie
Elle parlait en phrases sobres
De la rйvolution d'octobre
Je pensais dйjа
Qu'aprиs le tombeau de Lйnine
On irait au cafe Pouchkine
Boire un chocolat
La place Rouge йtait vide
J'ai pris son bras, elle a souri
Il avait des cheveux blonds, mon guide
Nathalie, Nathalie...
Dans sa chambre а l'universitй
Une bande d'йtudiants
L'attendait impatiemment
On a ri, on а beaucoup parlй
Ils voulaient tout savoir
Nathalie traduisait
Moscou, les plaines d'Ukraine
Et les Champs-Йlysйes
On а tout melangй
Et l'on а chantй
Et puis ils ont dйbouchй
En riant а l'avance
Du champagne de France
Et l'on а dansй
Et quand la chambre fut vide
Tous les amis etaient partis
Je suis restй seul avec mon guide
Nathalie
Plus question de phrases sobres
Ni de rйvolution d'octobre
On n'en йtait plus lа
Fini le tombeau de Lenine
Le chocolat de chez Pouchkine
C'est, c'йtait loin dйjа
Que ma vie me semble vide
Mais je sais qu'un jour а Paris
C'est moi qui lui servirai de guide
Nathalie, Nathalie
The Red Square was empty
In front of me Nathalie walked
It had a pretty name, my guide
Nathalie
The Red Square was white
Snow made a carpet
And I followed by this cold Sunday
Nathalie
She spoke in sober sentences about
Revolution of October
I thought already
That after the tomb of Lйnine
We would go to the Pouchkine coffee
To drink a chocolate
The Red Square was empty
I took her arm, she smiled
She had fair hair, my guide
Nathalie, Nathalie...
In her room at the university
A band of students
Waited her impatiently
We laughed, we spoken much
They wanted all to know
Nathalie translated
Moscow, plains of Ukraine
And Champs-Йlysйes
We all mixed
And we sung
And then they emerged
While laughing in advance
Champagne of France
And we all danced
And when the room was empty
All the friends were gone
I remained only with my guide
Nathalie
No question of sober sentences
Nor of Revolution of October
We were not there any more
Finished the tomb of Lenine
Chocolate from Pouchkine
It was, it was far already
That my life seems to me empty
But I know that one day in Paris
It is me which will be used to her as guide
Nathalie, Nathalie
When I read Tatu's interviews which occur to the Pouchkine Coffee, I say me :"They went in "my" song's Coffee...." ..lol...
Narcissistic Nathalie ;°)
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