Текст песни Борис Моисеев и Лайма Вайкуле - Прибалтийский роман

chord left, fleeing in August,
Out festival - now in their homes.
We just three minutes left
Of those that we had to divide in half.

On the Riga coast flew summer
And do not get him back, and do not stop.
And our song had only two verses,
We did not have time to compose a third.


Well, what we say to each other good-bye?
Would say before the meeting (before the meeting), but it's a hoax.
Probably forever remain a mystery
This is not a simple affair Baltic.

On the Riga coast flew summer
And do not get him back, and do not stop.
And our song had only two verses,
We did not have time to compose a third.