Текст песни ПЕТЛЮРА - Всё, что было раньше

Summerly summer with warm rains,
Without leaving me in memory of the past spring.
I'm standing, right, right on the platform -
Waiting for a forgotten train from a foreign country;
I'm standing, right, right on the platform -
Waiting for a forgotten train from someone else's country.

You will come down from the steps, you will not say anything.
On the face smile, and in the soul, sadness,
Only that sadness would not even note:
Everything that was before, I am not sorry now;
Only that sadness would not even note:
All that was before, I am not sorry now.

Everything will be accustomed: home, affairs, work -
Only between us will be all wrong:
I didn't notice something smiles
(For me, a smile is not a pioneer at all);
I didn't notice something smiles
(For me, a smile is not at all a trifle).

Summerly summer, autumn came,
Gloomy rains stewing sadness -
And about what was, no one will ask
Only this summer will not return anymore;
And about what was, no one will ask
Only this summer will not return anymore,
I will not return anymore
I will not return anymore.