Текст песни Ирина Богушевская - Август

Where to find distant light
Love, which no longer exists ?
Maybe this is it
Clouds of your pulls beam
On the evening of the field ,
On the golden poplar ,
At the mall , where lost
Secrets of the key.

August. Maybe still ever
He will say : & quot; Do not be sad , do not cry , forget & quot ;.
August. Like a wondrous summer,
We love that does not return .

Since when dawn clouds
From what heavenly islands
Next some fog
You carry with you, love ?
Two hearts in sacrifice izberesh ,
One of their fire burned;
Others suddenly you become an obsession ,
Of free two - into slaves !

Why so pure love of source,
When the law it is cruel ?
Opal - and again leave us
The sun among the clouds .
And now where to find me the light
Love, which no longer exists ?
Maybe this is it
from the clouds
Pulls its beam.