Текст песни Айрат Сафин - Яфрак яра урман

The springs have passed, the summers have come,
The hometown of Shaw blossomed.
The past is past, the future is mysterious,
If so, friends, different times.

Appendix:
The leaf wound is like a forest, singing in the sky,
Hidden fields, presses.
Thoughts will go away suddenly, the heart will be patient,
All that remains is to miss.

Burning heart ... How much will it burn?
I don't know what to do if it's not published.
Maybe they can suppress their burns,
The flowing water of the spring.

Appendix:

Why is it more when you get older
Can't stop heartburn?
Or the feelings of my youth
Is he back?