Текст песни А.Иошпе и С.Рахимов - Сенокосная пора

Month hid behind a grove
sleep riverbanks .
Good night in July hay meadows .
But I do not blame that lost ring
With palm smell of mint so camomile pollen.

Two flower petals clung to his temple .
I will leave them to the memory of a loved friend.
Summer lightning flashed in the sky ,
fog floated over the river .
And it is time to disperse,
but there are no forces to leave .

Let the bridesmaids do not scold , no guilt is not here.
Too early dawn lights over the meadows .
And the little Mademoiselle so happens that we do not sleep until the morning ?
Oh, you is night meadow , hay is time to ...