Текст песни Валентина Толкунова - Перезрела рябина

Overripe mountain ash,
And a little bit bitter.
I stopped loving you
But I'm afraid to upset.

Because it is more necessary
All the world to you.
Maybe I'll be softer
By submitting to fate.

High above the mountain ash
The star burns out.
You will not hear reproaches
You are mine never.

I'm any libel
I'll take it from you
And extend you summer
In the yellowed garden.

There will only be mountain ash
As before, bitter.
I stopped loving you
But I'm afraid to upset.

The taste of bitter juice
On the lips of two.
I'm afraid not to be reproached
And your suffering.