In a cozy restaurant on a Paris street

In a cozy restaurant on a Paris street
where in the morning I love to drink coffee with milk,
nice to sit, reflecting on the essence of life,
listen to how the accordion sounds.

No need to rush on business - business is in openwork,
the baggage of problems and vanity have faded into the background -
oh, how wonderful life is, because now I live in Paris,
not life, but a fairy tale - just beauty.

Play the accordion - I love listening to you so much
and sing along with you quietly with love,
what a pity that something is not real - I only dream of Paris,
about life where I will be, like in paradise.

I dream, but they say - dreams come true
happy I am in them and rise high;
I dream at night that I live, breathe in Paris,
returning to reality is not easy.

He is so captivatingly handsome, in the bright evening lights, -
my beloved, my Paris, beckons me to her;
and I believe, life will give me such a gift,
and I will see him - not in a dream.

In a cozy restaurant, on a Paris street, -
I will drink my favorite black coffee with milk;
and to talk slowly about the essence of this life,
and listen to how the accordion sounds ...

Elena Eshvovich