Текст песни Александр Софронов - Отшумела пора одиноких дождей

Otshumela lonely time to rain -
Deadline short summer ...
Only the smell of wormwood , but clean creek
Remember our sunrises with you .

        Well, what of that have friends ,
        That in the heat, in the money, at premium ? ..
        Without you, I can not . And you can not be with you .
        Again deli registered .

Float away like leaves in the puddles and dreams.
Wind scatters them doubt.
And Flying Dutchman empty alleys ,
Departures tram our last .

        Well, what of that goes tram
        That will return only a dream now is he? ..
        Without you, life is dead. And with thee dead.
        And whiskey zaporosheny snow.

Oh, hussar honor , ah, the source of all ills ,
Ah, our savior , wise and eternal ...
Good that you have! .. It's bad that you do not ...
Embrace us stronger shoulders.

        Well, what of that circle is not lucky
        That marked cards , luck
        Without you slip away. And you slip away.
        Let's just say - if together - even more so.

So come pour to the brim. Until edges.
So let's raise our glasses as
For the dreams of the dawn , for honor, for love!
Dammit. This is not enough.