Текст песни ОЛЕГ МИТЯЕВ - Август

August tried to make sardonic yellow foliage color,
And I was thinking about the betrayal of the one that to me anymore.
Day smiled distractedly, the one that brought this news,
But nothing is lost, everything turned out as it is.

Chorus:
Do not copy sadness reserve. I would guess that for us
Prepared for the day will come tomorrow or the day?
Everyone knows, only you did not know
What long-beginning of all beginnings
Including all the prophecies of loneliness.

August told me in a whisper nasty things about her,
And I sang all day as Shtokolov, shlyayas under a warm rain.
I'm this sweet liberty bitter powder is washed down
And I thought, admiring the weather: "It would be good for her."

Chorus.

August wind spruce crown his purple
Gladio as children's heads, I envied them.
I thought I hurt himself in the setting sun color
But it turned out I was wrong - it was a dream and the sunrise.

Chorus.

1996