Текст песни Зоя Ященко и гр. Белая Гвардия - Кафе на тротуаре

Lane, acacia shade,
A couple of tables on the sidewalk.
Like frames from animation
Indian women in purple sarees.

The wind from the sea plays with an umbrella.
The youth of the violin and the astringency of the mango.
High school student with a gray-haired fan
Dancing tango imperfectly.

Bursts of laughter, whiskey and soda.
The boat is growing thin in the gloom of the bay.
They say lucky with the weather
The sea is amazingly gentle.

Mountain peaks in the east
burn out in the fire of the sunset.
The black tuxedo black negros.
Clusters of white grapes.

The smell of spices in the gentle air.
Night, sneaking up, will splash with lights.
And nothing, nothing at all
That would remind me of my restless life ...