Текст песни Площадь Гагарина - Яблоком спелым

Apple ripe
Autumn fell under his feet.
Yellow September will notice our roads.
Priestly, confused, cute our trails
From Asia to Europe.
Our roads dispel, converged, lost,
Again converged - and here we were with you
In a small kitchen in a small town
On a big river.

Watching the window - roofs, berths, barges.
It seems that we have already lived here once.
It seems we are here at home. Although I always - in place,
If we are together.

Just silently, just keep your hand.
We remember, breathe, absorb each other.
You are for me as a world (option: the whole world) - incomprehensible, complicated,
Opposite.

You - like water,
Soched my flame.
Forewing the fire bloated by years
Winds, verses, dreams of distant wanderings
Sweat fire raging in space
My soul.

You are like a fire.
Lighten my darkness.
Round from the heart of vague evil shadows,
Raw ice fragments in the frozen my eyes,
Let the fatigue and fear be burned on your fire
My soul