Текст песни Маргарита Шаповалова - Медовый спас

Storm stood out dawns
 And in the gardens insanely rain.
 Spas honey - at the end of summer,
 Heat from it no longer wait.
 Willow bitter tears shed
 Over my open window.
 Yves-touchy recalls
 As we were happy together.

 Honey Spas
 Love will save the barely.
 I followed you shout: "Do not go! ..."
 Tarragon and honey
 We have one glass.
 But I hear only bitter: "I'm sorry ..."

 There were nights of desires spicy
 And sweet, like old wine.
 From the love we were both drunk,
 But the fate of all a foregone conclusion.
 Otpylali shalye sunsets,
 Oriole silenced by the stream.
 Spas honey - he's gone somewhere,
 With him my love of mischief.

 Honey Spas
 Love will save the barely - if
 I followed you shout: "Do not go! ..."
 Tarragon and honey
 We have one glass.
 But I hear only bitter: "I'm sorry ..."

Composer: George Finger
Lyricist: Irina Yakushkina