Текст песни Афанасий Потапов - Ты потрогай руками

Look, you don't see
The beauty of the ascending summer?
Foal at the square
And the funny brood of ducks.

You listen, don't you hear?
Dragon grasshopper in the field
And whispering wheat, perforating rabbisho-row.

You are touched by your hands.
And breathe the smell of fresh wind.
Collect yourself on the road going into the unknown.

You can't, you are too busy.
Everyone decide your problems.
Well - say goodbye to Sidenya.
Leave you hope.

Look, you don't see
Beauty of the outgoing summer?
And in the palms, as if the heart -
Rowan sheet, bright red.

Look, don't you see you?
You listen, don't you hear?
You are touched by your hands.
You can not.
You are too busy.
I'm sorry...