Текст песни Гарик Кричевский - Летний вальс... наших пройденных прожитых дней...

The city sleeps smell of summer rain street
And little lights illuminate your house
And the opening of the entrance door
where love is not alive now
But maybe the other way around
somewhere near lives
    
Summer Waltz rustled in the darkness of the old maple tree
Suddenly remembered that once was young and he
And under the canopy dense foliage
like my dreams come true
And the magical world of the lips and eyes
It was only just for us
    
Summer Waltz
out the window in silence City
Summer Waltz
in the house where we lived with you
Summer Waltz
wet streets and alleys of the carotid
Summer Waltz
Our days passed lived.
    
Warm light
yellow curtains the same curtains outside the window
How many years
I have not seen our old house
And a homeless vagabond dog,
I went a little tail between its legs
And sad his eyes were only just a matter of
    
In the dark, barely audible whisper colors
In a place where we all understood without words
And I overheard the old courtyard
not the cunning of our conversation
Here we remember every look every sound still
    
Summer Waltz
out the window in silence City
Summer Waltz
in the house where we lived with you
Summer Waltz
wet streets and alleys of the carotid
Summer Waltz
Our days passed lived.
    
The city sleeps smell of summer rain street
And little lights illuminate your house
And the opening of the entrance door
where love is not alive now
But maybe the other way around
somewhere near lives