Текст песни Елка - Уютное кафе

yutnoe cafe on the streets weaved furniture
Where red wine from local cellars large Chateau
You can say that this is just a silly dream
But the plans I have all probably slightly turned, you know.

Chorus:
Tomorrow at seven twenty-two , I'll be in Borispol

Sitting in an airplane and think about the pilot to
He is well- off and highly successful villages
Somewhere in Paris , and then a little more and Provence .

Maroon horizon, burgundy Bordeaux glass
I can not believe it's all so close , in fact .