Текст песни Юрій Футуйма - Матіоли.

I would never have found love and never found
If it weren't for the summer garden, if it wasn't for matioli.
In joy my day and happiness pass,
For my soul sings of drunken love.

Refrain
How do the mats smell in the summer garden?
And I come to you dearly covered,
The love tune in the heart of life,
It is as if the maths are blossoming into my words.

Everything is wrong in life if there is no love.
The mourning comes in spring and early summer.
When there is already love and only a swan,
Even the autumn of gold in the joy of the valley.

Refrain

And fate did not pass, do not bypass it,
I have traveled to distant worlds, foreign lands.
I was looking for you alone and I didn't think I could find you,
And you were so close in the summer garden.

Refrain

And fate did not pass, do not bypass it,
I have traveled to distant worlds, foreign lands.
I was looking for you alone and I didn't think I could find you,
And you were so close in the summer garden.