Текст песни Сергей Рогожин - Последняя бабочка теплого лета....

Last Butterfly warm summer lilac,
where you fly, what questions you are looking for answers?
The last flight like a slow dance of summer green,
farewell tango Madame Butterfly,
and getting cold sad word "Goodbye"
Pinkerton's cold eyes.

Chorus: Farewell, my summer, I'm sorry and goodbye,
Goodbye, my love, my Butterfly.
Ends August at the heart of the rains,
the heat does not come back, do not wait in vain.

Transparent wings, evening dresses, swollen candles,
in autumn obyatya melted summer and tango, and evening.
And gunboats flag flashed over the bay last greetings,
Pinkerton and looked long without breathing,
as a follow gunboat flying soul,
last summer butterfly.