Verse 1

Umarova, the dishes are waiting by the door

Lunch is almost ready, hear the footsteps on the floor

Friends will fill the table, every chair will find a place

A pot of warm macaroni, a smile on every face

Pre-Chorus

Set the plates, open wide

There is room for every side

What we have, we’ll gladly share

Good food tastes better when we care

Chorus

Come on in, the table’s set

Best meal we have made yet

Golden cutlets, warm and bright

We turn an ordinary day into a celebration tonight

Come on in, don’t stand alone

Make this crowded kitchen home

Hand in hand, we rise above