Текст песни Дмитрий Бикчентаев - Вальс прошедшего лета

Poems G.Spalikova

All summer bad weather
This waltz sounds from a steamer
Over the beach, above the gateway, above the house
And Tushinsky airfield.
And in Tushina summer as a summer,
And you can watch without a ticket
How do parachutes jump -
Air parades Artists.

Then in the field they disappear,
Then they fall into the river
Then the boat appears
With a good name - "buddy."
On the boat ride all summer
Rescuers in yellow vests,
Rescuers shower unreasonable
Split and even sunk.

Tatarovo, I'm not jealous
That boat my inflatable
Then summer, that autumn, those years
Those barges and those steamats.
Tatarovo, I'm not jealous
Wet your pouring weather
And even autumn beaches,
Favorite landscapes.