An old guitar and hot coffee And sunset wine... I slowly leaf through a book of poems -They are all about one thing only... Between the lines, I notice how much I miss you, By your tender beauty, The one that fills you with new meaning every day Chorus: Happiness is when you don't call, You can come into my house And into my love. Know that you will always, for sure, Even when I’m not expecting you, I love you! La la la la La la la la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La la la la La la la la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la The smells of the breeze, the music of the wind, And the blooming moon... You entered without a visa, settled in my heart, Even if not with me. South Bank, you opened it, don’t close it now, At an unreal height Stars and planets illuminate your path, Way to me! Chorus: Happiness is when you don't call, You can come into my house And into my love. Know that you will always, for sure, Even when I’m not expecting you, I love you! La la la la La la la la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La la la la La la la la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la Alexey Chumakov