Текст песни Катя Лещева - Ярмарки краски

Look who has no right,
Remember if in a dream,
What is found that the left,
he remembered.

Time rushes, if the rider
on a hot horse,
But today is my choice -
Recent noisy ringing festival - I recall.

Chorus:
This fair colors,
colorful dances,
Wooden swing painted carousel
Sounds of the hurdy-gurdy, fortune telling gypsy,
Honey cake, but a balloon!

Hurtling rider directly into the autumn,
Do not slow down his pace.
Someone might say, someone will ask:
"As you have lived a century?"

I try to have time,
But nahlynet sadness
Somewhere my ball flies
And honey cake melts,
Ah, what a pity! Ah, what a pity!