Текст песни Origa - Kowareta yume

I'm not going back to those days,
Where the sky is embroidered,
Apple circle the moon.
I do not see,
Crimson light the fire of the summer, leaving dreams ....

I'm not looking for trails
In which grass weaving wreaths.
Love the trenches.
Crimson light the fire of the summer, leaving dreams ....

Leaving dreams ...

Somewhere in other worlds,
We sang winds.
They cried in his arms,
Make the bed.

Crimson light the fire of the summer, leaving dreams ...

Autumn burst into the house at kolestnitse. Tears pouring rain, again dream.
Razkidaya happiness in the paint,
White willow dancing-dancing.
Optimistic voices dreams

Crimson light the fire of the summer, leaving dreams ...

Crimson light the fire of the summer, leaving dreams ...