Хмелевский Антон - Старое кафе - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I hold on to a straw, I know that I will return here. But the trouble is: not everyone with whom I am familiar with. Chorus: old cafes, faithful friends, but nothing can be returned. Days pass, days pass ... Old cafes, faithful friends, on the surface of a everyday glide, like ships, they left. Cheerful, sad one who dare. Everyone disappeared in the stream of affairs, the old courtyards disappeared, the game did not become the game. CHORUS. Yes, nothing can be returned, but if the path suddenly became difficult, you will appoint a meeting place for us in a cafe, at a table of luck.