Текст песни Ирина Богушевская - Август

Where to find distant light
Love, which no longer exists?
Maybe this is it
From a cloud pulls the beam
On the evening of the field,
On the golden poplar,
On the avenue where the lost
Secrets of the key.

August. Maybe all the same ever
He will say: & quot; Do not be sad, do not cry, forget & quot ;.
August. Like a wondrous summer,
We love that does not return.

Since when dawn clouds
From what heavenly islands
Next some fog
You carry with you, love?
Two hearts in sacrifice izberesh,
One of the fire burned;
Instantly strangers become an obsession you
The Free two - into slaves!

Why so pure source of love,
When the law is it cruel?
Opal - and again leaves us
The sun among the clouds.
And where now find me the light
Love, which no longer exists?
Maybe this is it
From clouds
His pulling beam.