Текст песни И. Николаев - Золотое время, я провел не с теми

On the edge of the shore, she runs barefoot
At the head of its fragrant spring wreath
I understand that madly in love with her
And her limp bird
Peter and Paul Fortress flies mine.

And I still do not know how to start a conversation
How to approach, how to smile
And what to say.
Maybe my smile she did not need?
On the edge of the shore, she runs barefoot

Golden Time sincere confessions
On the threshold of bitter disappointments
Golden time I spent with the wrong
Do not return the golden time

How do we break the mirror his dream
I went and saw the girl, but not the
The one that I dreamed of, there is no longer
Only travel along the sea
heavenly light

Golden Time sincere confessions
On the threshold of bitter disappointments
Golden time I spent with the wrong
Do not return the golden time