Текст песни Юрий Кукин - А все-таки жаль, что кончилось лето

And cold, and the wind,
And twilight in his eyes.
I tore open the envelope
Out of excitement.
And new concerns,
And it is difficult, and easy.
From home to work
Not far ...

And yet it is a pity that the summer is ended, the summer is ended!
Time flies - does not hold, is not the case.
Among the anxious people
And in the glare of wet areas
Still, it is a pity that the summer is ended, the summer is ended!

I woke up with joy,
I went to bed with sadness.
(One hundred and eighty degrees
Multiply nights).
Yesterday was so grimly -
Today is what!
And the snow - worldwide deaths
All white moths ...

And yet it is a pity that the summer is ended, the summer is ended!
And - do not want to - fly leaves, torn by the wind.
Among the autumn commotion
And cheerful winter
Still, it is a pity that the summer is ended, the summer is ended.

Once it was summer -
It suddenly started.
Once it was summer -
It meant so much.
Once it was summer,
What is lost in memory,
Once it was summer -
It does not repeat ...

And yet it is a pity that the summer is ended, the summer is ended!
Time flies - does not hold, is not the case.
When the soul of autumn rain
And do not wait,
Still, it is a pity that the summer is ended, the summer is ended.