Текст песни Маргарита Шаповалова - Медовый спас

Storm stood out dawns
 In a frenzy of rain gardens.
 Spas honey - at the end of summer,
 From a longer wait for the heat.
 Willow shed bitter tears
 Above my open window.
 Yves-touchy recalls
 How happy we were together.

 Honey Spas
 Love will save almost.
 I followed you to shout: "Do not go! ..."
 Wormwood and honey
 We have one glass.
 But I hear only bitter: "I'm sorry ..."

 There were nights of desires spicy
 And sweet, like old wine.
 From love we were both drunk,
 But the fate of all a foregone conclusion.
 Otpylali shalye sunsets,
 Oriole was silent stream.
 Spas honey - he's gone somewhere,
 With him, my love Bedov.

 Honey Spas
 Love will save the barely - if
 I followed you to shout: "Do not go! ..."
 Wormwood and honey
 We have one glass.
 But I hear only bitter: "I'm sorry ..."

Composer: George Finger
Lyricist: Irina Yakushkina