Текст песни Виктор Попов - Одинокий сверчок

Lone Cricket (Victor Popov)
Lonely cricket, do not shout over my dear,
Converting the year, I am delirious, I am ragged at random.
My heart is full of all the same longing and anxiety
Like autumn back.

Lonely cricket, people love fun
People crave warm, fuss, mottrock,
How oppress their motive of this song is autumn.
Lonely cricket, I'm the same as you.

Lonely cricket, do not shout over my dear,
Our summer passed, the day went flameashed,
We are alone with you, on the plain canopy,
Nobody hears us, no one will understand.