Текст песни Олег Митяев - Пусть это лето повторится, пусть повторится эта боль...

Oh Christmas tree burning at the stake
January, as a grizzled lun.
Still hard to imagine
Hovering in June poplars.

Present and sing in force
numbed home
The music blizzard pack
About the old green courtyard.

Sing about how lopochet sheet,
How praying and waiting for the dawn,
As at the edge of the short night
We circled the wind in a dream.

We sailed the warm summer sky,
Merging with the smell of hope.
We were so lightly dressed,
Like all without clothes.

We listened authorities blindly
And the birds awakened Chorale,
But it seems that someone from above
I looked at everything and knew the ending.

He knew about the end of the summer,
That everything will pass, and it went.
Let hurt really, even absurd,
Even stupid - well, and that ...

Let happen again feel
Rain, salt eyes kissing -
Let this summer again,
Let this pain again.

LET THIS SUMMER replay,
REPEATED LET THIS PAIN.