Wow.
Wow.
My
Greek land,
Athens and Acropolis,
My friends live here,
I've traveled the whole world,
Epigram is a restaurant,
For my soul, I'll give a bullet,
As if I were at my homeland.
In the restaurant, emigrants live merrily,
Musicians,
all talents and guests are waiting there,
The cook cooks delicious fish,
shashliks,
We have been there more than once.
I go to emigrants, pour me a drink,
Meet warm guests,
my friend Panteley,
Kostya is always with me,
and everyone wants to go,
You can't find a better restaurant in Athens.
All my friends are always with me,
and everyone wants to go,
You can't find a better restaurant in Athens.
If you lost a friend and you don't expect to meet him,
Go to the emigrants and you will find him,
After all, fate has scattered us very far away,
Come to the meeting place, you will live easily,
After all, fate has scattered us very far away,
Birthday or wedding, maybe anniversary,
Call emigrants and everything will be ok,
They will set the table as you want,
music from the flower,
Guests will be all happy, you will be glad.
They will set the table as you want,
music from the flower,
Guests will be all happy, you will be glad.
At dawn I leave for a ride, pour me a drink,
Long years of health to you, my friend Panteley,
At dawn I leave for a ride, pour me a drink,
Long years of health to you, my friend Panteley,
That's why I love you, emigrants,
I remember my homeland with all my friends.
That's why I love you, emigrants,
I remember my homeland with all my friends.