Текст песни Сергей Рогожин - Последняя бабочка теплого лета....

Last Butterfly warm summer lilac,
where you fly, what questions are you looking for answers?
The last flight like a slow dance on summer green
Farewell Tango Madame Butterfly,
getting cold and sad word & quot; Bye & quot;
in the cold eyes of Pinkerton.

Chorus: Farewell, my summer, simple and good-bye,
Farewell, my joy, my Butterfly.
Ends August at the heart of the rains,
the heat will not come back, do not wait in vain.

Transparent wings, evening dresses, swollen candles
in autumn obyatya melted summer tango and evening.
Gunboats and flags flashed over the bay last greetings,
Pinkerton and looked long without breathing,
as a follow gunboat flying the soul,
Butterfly last summer.