Текст песни Федор Добронравов - Лето детства моего

Summer has changed geography -
Turkey, Greece.
We bring it in photos,
in shells, spices.
The five-star sky will disappear and the tan will be washed off.
The smell of baklava on the beach
rustling fur coats with sale -
that’s all that comes to mind about him!

And summer is sweeter to me
what is dressed in swimming trunks with an anchor,
Onions in flowers and cornflowers in bouquets,
tea and grandma’s pie,
and after him:
sweet cherry flavor
your first timid kiss furtively
write the address with the inscription in a notebook
the address of my summer.